[Annoyances and worries cease. Jasper watches the horses with small amounts of admiration and curiosity - a far cry from losing interest in his own mare. One thought turns to visiting her stall, another to observing her exercises. He leans across the fence, hands clasped in relaxation, and says nothing. He cannot speak to Hendrik about how much he had been willing to abandon.]
They are a different breed, surely not?
[There is something to be said for horses from that part of the world.]
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They are a different breed, surely not?
[There is something to be said for horses from that part of the world.]