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“I soon felt that a bimch was rising on my knee, but speechless animal that I was, it was useless trying to make my displeased young master understand that I needed care and easing. That is one of the hard parts of being a mere animal without voice to make a plaint or tell of suffering. Patience is the only thing that helps us, and few human beings imagine how much patience and endurance poor dumb animals have to teach themselves, in order to bear their aches and pains, and also to excuse the thoughtlessness of masters, young and old.”

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Book:The Adventures of Pony Dexter
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