No . I do not forget my messages thus . It was a white stallion . ' ` Ay , so it was . A white Arab stallion . But thou didst write `` bay mare '' to me . ' ` Who cares to tell truth to a letter-writer ? ' Kim answered , feeling Mahbub 's palm on his heart . ` Hi ! Mahbub , you old villain , pull up ! ' cried a voice , and an Englishman raced alongside on a little polo-pony . ` I 've been chasing you half over the country . That Kabuli of yours can go . For sale , I suppose ? ' ' I have some young stuff coming on made by Heaven for the delicate and difficult polo-game . He has no equal . He -- ' ` Plays polo and waits at table . Yes . We know all that . What the deuce have you got there ? '
` A. boy , ' said XXXXX gravely .
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