If he did not yield his body to the motions of the horse's body, he could not guide him; he must fall off.
The blacksmith lived at some distance, deeper into London.

As they crossed the angle of a square, Diamond, who was now quite comfortable on his living throne, was glancing this way and that in a gentle pride, when he saw a girl sweeping a crossing scuddingly before a lady.

The lady was his father's mistress, Mrs.Coleman, and the little girl was she for whose sake he had got off North Wind's back.

He drew Diamond's bridle in eager anxiety to see whether her outstretched hand would gather a penny from Mrs.Coleman.But she had given one at the last crossing, and the hand returned only to grasp its broom.

Diamond could not bear it.