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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: was cutting him under the belly with his whip and chucking cruelly
at his little mouth. Could it be Merrylegs? It was just like him;
but then Mr. Blomefield was never to sell him, and I think
he would not do it; but this might have been quite as good a little fellow,
and had as happy a place when he was young.
I often noticed the great speed at which butchers' horses were made to go,
though I did not know why it was so till one day when we had to
wait some time in St. John's Wood. There was a butcher's shop next door,
and as we were standing a butcher's cart came dashing up at a great pace.
The horse was hot and much exhausted; he hung his head down, while his
heaving sides and trembling legs showed how hard he had been driven.
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