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God bless you, young man, said Slingsby, shaking me by the hand; you are the best friend Ive had for many a day: I have but one thing to tell you, Dont cross that fellows path if you can help it; and stay - should the pony refuse to go, just touch him so, and hell fly like the wind. |
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