More than once I check myself, not without an effort, in the act of resuming the command of my pony on passing the more dangerous points in the journey.
In his struggles to rise, before I have completely extricated myself from him, the pony kicks me; and, as my ill-luck will have it, his hoof strikes just where the poisoned spear struck me in the past days of my service in India.
The girl turned her pony's head straight toward the jungle.
"Let's ride," and he reined his pony into the dark shadows of the wood.
The pony ran off at a sharp angle to inspect a lamp-post on the opposite side of the way, and then went off at a tangent to another lamp-post on the other side.
The pony appeared to be touched by this appeal to his feelings, for he trotted on directly, though in a sulky manner, and stopped no more until he came to a door whereon was a brass plate with the words 'Witherden--Notary.' Here the old gentleman got out and helped out the old lady, and then took from under the seat a nosegay resembling in shape and dimensions a full-sized warming-pan with the handle cut short off.
Wickfield, as she offered none, and we conversed on other subjects until we came to Canterbury, where, as it was market-day, my aunt had a great opportunity of insinuating the grey pony among carts, baskets, vegetables, and huckster's goods.
He was high-shouldered and bony; dressed in decent black, with a white wisp of a neckcloth; buttoned up to the throat; and had a long, lank, skeleton hand, which particularly attracted my attention, as he stood at the pony's head, rubbing his chin with it, and looking up at us in the chaise.
"Give me the reins," she said, and laid the whip along the pony's side.
They made a sort of encampment by the wayside, and the pony became happy in the hedge.
Instead, he glanced aside to where the kissing
pony and the kneeling
pony were leaving the ring.
Poyser, following the old squire beyond the door--for after the first moments of stunned surprise he had got up, and, waving his hand towards her with a smile, had walked out towards his
pony. But it was impossible for him to get away immediately, for John was walking the
pony up and down the yard, and was some distance from the causeway when his master beckoned.
One traveller, the hound, being an old dog and fond of its ease, returned; but neither Cathy, nor the
pony, nor the two pointers were visible in any direction: I despatched emissaries down this path, and that path, and at last went wandering in search of her myself.
The strange creature looked back again straight between the
pony's ears, emitted hoarsely a grunt of relief, and never more looked at me, never more spoke to me, for the rest of the journey.
Even the
pony felt the good influence and almost broke into a trot as Kim laid a hand on the stirrup-leather.
