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of bed, and he knows everybody, and is 

 so civil and courteous, and has played 

 the game so unremittingly for years and 

 years. Jack's a dead gambler, or I feel 

 sure he would have been a millionaire ; 

 the money he has had off the British 

 public is incredible. He generally owns 

 a few platers when he is flush. The 

 midday editions have knocked the tipsters 

 badly. 



The Rose berry Despatch was once a 

 flourishing scrip, especially after giving 

 Goldseeker a long-shot City and Suburban 

 winner. I know Mr. Glover, the pro- 

 prietor, very well, and I saw him looking 

 hale and hearty the other day. He won 

 a thousand-pound nursery at Derby with 

 a two-year-old he called after his paper. 

 Then Mr. Hartley, another tipster, owned 

 several platers a year or so ago. 



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