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“He mustn’t git thinkin’ too much of hisself ’cause o’ what he did this day,” warned the boy’s mother. “Pride goes afore distruckshing, an’ a horty spirit afore a fall.” “And Jimmy is already Roderick Dhu.” With a start and plunge the surprised horses, now thoroughly indignant, set off at a gallop..
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