By then he understood, in his own way, that the girl loved him. Also he understood now why it was that when she had lain hurt in his box, he could not trample her with his hooves, not allow any other living thing to touch her - and the reason for this frightened him.
Beryl Markham´s writing is stunning, but I find this chapter, in which she is psychoanalyzing a horse, incredibly dumb.
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