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Of course we sometimes came in for good driving here. I remember one morning I was put into the light gig, and taken to a house in Pultney Street. Two gentlemen came out; the taller of them came round to my head, he looked at the bit and bridle, and just shifted the collar with his hand, to see if it fitted comfortably.顶楼大象在线播放华语