They had always been a little friendly, and now they greeted each other with an affectionate neigh; after which, with the help of all she could devour, the Demoness was quieter.
"The Marquis of Lossie"
George MacDonald
Malcolm was on the side away from the little group, and their own horses were excited, those who had looked breathless on at the struggle could not tell how he had managed it, but when they expected to see the groom writhing under the weight of the Demoness, there he was with his knee upon her head-while Liftore was gathering himself up from the ground, only just beyond the reach of her iron shod hoofs.
"The Marquis of Lossie"
George MacDonald
It's a sair thing to be misjeedged, said Malcolm to himself as he put the Demoness in her stall; but it's no more than the Macker o' 's pits up wi' ilka hoor o' the day, an' says na a word.
"The Marquis of Lossie"
George MacDonald