CHAPTER XV 



Six mouths afterwards, when the August 

 sunshine was hot and yellow, and the streets 

 of Dublin were in a fever from the crowd 

 of the Horse Show week, a breeze was to 

 be found under the elms by the polo ground 

 in Phoenix Park. It came from the south, 

 where the Dublin mountains were cool and 

 blue; it was sweet with miles of warm 

 grass, and it was nectar to the polo ponies 

 as they were led up and down with twitch- 

 ing tails and soapy necks after their turn of 

 play. The people who had driven out to 

 see the match sat in the shade, while men 

 and ponies wheeled and raced in the glaring 

 heat, and stroke answered stroke, and the 

 ball was worried about in a medley of 



polo sticks and ponies' legs. 

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