Father of all the daughters of shame and husband of ten thousand virtueless ones , thy mother was devoted to a devil , being led thereto by her mother . Thy aunts have never had a nose for seven generations ! Thy sister -- What Owl 's folly told thee to draw thy carts across the road ? A broken wheel ? Then take a broken head and put the two together at leisure ! ' The voice and a venomous whip-cracking came out of a pillar of dust fifty yards away , where a cart had broken down . A thin , high Kathiawar mare , with eyes and nostrils aflame , rocketed out of the jam , snorting and wincing as her rider bent her across the road in chase of a shouting man . He was tall and grey-bearded , sitting the almost mad beast as a piece of her , and scientifically lashing his victim between plunges . The old man 's face lit with pride . ` My child ! ' said he briefly , and strove to rein the pony 's neck to a fitting arch . ` Am I to be beaten before the police ? ' cried the carter . ` Justice ! I will have Justice -- ' ` Am I to be blocked by a shouting ape who upsets ten thousand sacks under a young horse 's nose ? That is the way to ruin a mare . ' ` He speaks truth . He speaks truth . But she follows her man close , ' said the old man . The carter ran under the wheels of his cart and thence threatened all sorts of vengeance .
` They are strong men , thy sons , ' XXXXX the policeman serenely , picking his teeth .
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