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"Thanks. But I've done betting." 



" Right. But, mark my words, the filly I mean, 

 Cerdagne — she's by Newminster — will go close." 



"Now one like that of which we know nothing 

 [she came from France] may beat me. But I'm 

 sure of beating the English lot." 



I told, later, Admiral Rous the same ; and after 

 the result — Vestminster, 1 ; Cerdagne, 2 — won by 

 three-quarters of a length — with Cardinal York 

 third, three lengths away — he hastened to con- 

 gratulate me alike on the victory and my weighing 

 up of his handicap. I had said to Mr. Gideon that 

 I had finished betting ; and then I meant it. But 

 there was a very long delay at the post, and Mr. 

 John Foy, riding past, called out : 



"I've seen your little beggar, Hodgman, and I 

 don't like him. I'll lay you eleven fifties." 



" Right. Book that." 



" Twice ? " he asked. 



"No." 



"I'll take you eleven fifties," called "Tubby'' 

 Morris. 



The bets were hardly recorded before I cried, 

 "Foy, that little beggar you don't like has won 

 now." And he pulled through comfortably. Cer- 

 dagne was conceding 18 lbs., and this made her a 

 very good filly. As I remarked to Admiral Rous 



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