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No, I barely remembered the rider had generously moved aside to let me go by. In pure sourness at the poverty of my dress and the perfection of his, I had avoided looking at him higher than his hundred-dollar boots. My feet were in uncolored cowhide, except the toes.

"Well, no. It's the horse he captured the time he got the Yankee who had him prisoner."

"Well,--yes,--he--he is,--with some."

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