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spirit set against him, and I began to kick and plunge and rear as I had never done before, and we had a regular fight; for a long time he stuck to the saddle and punished |
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"Come Along, Lassie, Come Along." |
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me cruelly with his whip and spurs, but my blood was thoroughly up, and I cared for nothing he could do if only I could get him off. At last, after a terrible struggle, I threw him off backwards. I heard him fall heavily on the turf, and without looking behind me I galloped off to the |
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