CHAPTER ONE
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quot;I say!quot; observed t; a place for a gallop, eh!”
quot;O lets,quot; said Sa. quot;Not yet. I dont know o - please, know your name.”
quot;Bree; said the horse.
quot;Ill never be able to say t,quot; said Sa. quot;Can I call you Bree?”
quot;ell, if its t you can do, I suppose you must,quot; said t;And w shall I call you?”
quot;Im called Sa.”
quot;; said Bree. quot;ell, nos really o pronounce. But no ts a good deal easier trotting if you only kne o rise and fall. Grip raig look at to fall just grip up straigh.”