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It so chanced that the horse he rode the oftenest was her favourite,
and many were the tempests of rage she fell into when she went to
the stable to play with the animal and did not find him in his
stall, because his master had ordered him out. At such times she
would storm at the men in the stable-yard and call them ill names
for their impudence in letting the beast go, which would cause them
great merriment, as she knew nothing of who the man was who had
balked her, since she was, in truth, not so much as conscious of her
father's existence, never having seen or even heard more of him than
his name, which she in no manner connected with herself.
"Could Sir Jeoffry himself but once see and hear her when she storms
at us and him, because he dares to ride his own beast," one of the
older men said once, in the midst of their laughter, "I swear he
would burst forth laughing and be taken with her impudent spirit,
her temper is so like his own. She is his own flesh and blood, and
as full of hell-fire as he."
Upon this morning which proved eventful to her, she had gone to the
stables, as was her daily custom, and going into the stall where the
big black horse was wont to stand, she found it empty. Her spirit
rose hot within her in the moment. She clenched her fists, and
began to stamp and swear in such a manner as it would be scarce
fitting to record.
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