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whole pig, and nothing but the pig," and 

 I would not risk even a slice of its bacon. 

 Dear me ! what delightful airy castles I 

 built. I could not sleep without dreaming 

 that u Sceptre " was winning ; sometimes 

 her astute owner, with a tall white hat on, 

 would be riding her himself, with his face 

 to the tail; at other times she would be 

 romping home gaily, and the other horses 

 had turned, into motor cars, and were bursting 

 themselves to catch her without avail ; at 

 another time I dreamt I had bought a new 

 gun which I badly want, by the way 

 with my winnings, and had christened it 

 " Sceptre." I became utterly exhausted 

 from want of proper rest, and my nerves 

 were so unhinged that I determined to go 

 to a quiet little Welsh village I wot of, 

 where I could saunter out with my rod, and 

 fish in peace and solitude until the eventful 

 day arrived. Well ! Tempus omnia monstrat, 



