I felt my whole spirit set against him, and I began to kick, and plunge, and rear as I had never done before, and we had a regular fight; for a long time he stuck to the saddle and punished me cruelly with his whip and spurs, but my blood was thoroughly up, and I
cared for nothing he could do if only I could get him off.
No Dunsey had come back: people had made up their minds that he was gone for a soldier, or gone "out of the country", and no one
cared to be specific in their inquiries on a subject delicate to a respectable family.