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 along!" Podington was now full of life and energy, his wheels were on
the hard road, and he was himself again. When he found his head was
turned toward his home, the horse set off at a great rate. "Hi there!"
cried Podington. "I am so sorry I lost my whip." "Whip!" said Buller,
holding fast to the side of the seat; "surely you don't want him to go
any faster than this. And look here, William," he added, "it seems to me
we are much more likely to take cold in our wet clothes if we rush
through the air in this way. Really, it seems to me that horse is
running away." "Not a bit of it," cried Podington. "He wants to get
home, and he wants his dinner. Isn't he a fine horse? Look how he steps
out!" "Steps out!" said Buller, "I think I'd like to step out myself.
Don't you think it would be wiser for me to walk home, William? That
will warm me up." "It will take you an hour," said his friend. "Stay
where you are, and I'll have you in a dry suit of clothes in less than
fifteen minutes." "I tell you, William," said Mr. Buller, as the two sat
smoking after dinner, "what you ought to do; you should never go out
driving withou
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