Eugene Aram — Volume 02 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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bridle drawn as tight as a bowstring! its ears laid sullenly down, as if,
like the Corporal, it complained of going to Yorkshire, and its long thick tail, not set up in a comely and well-educated arch, but hanging sheepishly down, as if resolved that its buttocks should at least be better covered than its master's! And now, reader, it is not our fault if you cannot form some conception of the physical perfections of the Corporal and his steed. The reverie of the contemplative Bunting was interrupted by the voice of his master calling upon him to approach. "Well, well!" muttered he, "the younker can't expect one as close at his heels as if we were trotting into Lunnon, which we might be at this time, sure enough, if he had not been so damned flighty,--augh!" "Bunting, I say, do you hear?" "Yes, your honour, yes; this ere horse is so 'nation sluggish." "Sluggish! why I thought he was too much the reverse, Bunting? I thought he was one rather requiring the bridle than the spur." "Augh! your honour, he's slow when he should not, and fast when he should not; changes his mind from pure whim, or pure spite; new to the world, your honour, that's all; a different thing if properly broke. There be a many like him!" "You mean to be personal, Mr. Bunting," said Walter, laughing at the evident ill-humour of his attendant. |
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