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St Giles V' " I'll lay you six to five— I'll lay you six to 

 five." " I'll take yoic, Gully." " In thousands." " Yes ; 

 twice over if you like." " Done, sir, done." " What are 

 these two just coming out, with the jockeys in white and 

 red sleeves ? " " Oh, only old wooden Jocko and Delight — 

 no chance for either of them. Here's Beiram — He looks 

 stiff after his gallop on Tuesday. What weight has he 

 on ?" " Seven stone ten." " Here comes Lady Fly— she 

 carries two pounds above her weight. I'll lay seven to one 

 again her." " I'll lay eight." " Will you take eight, sir 

 — eight ponies to one?" ''No, I wont; I'll name the 

 winner for a hundred. The field again Priam for a thou- 

 sand." " Bar St Giles, and Til take you." " No, sir, no." 

 " I'll take yer," says another. " Here are Florine and the 

 Scandal colt; and now they're all out." One — two — four 

 — six — eight — they draw together — what a moment of 

 excitement. " They're off*." " Delight takes the lead — 

 only look — how slow." " I wish I'd brought my night- 

 cap." " Now they turn the corner. Still as slow as a 

 top. Now they're out of sight — don't you see 'em." 

 " Hark ! there's the trumpeter — here they come. Hats 

 off— hats off." " May I trouble you, sir, to knock that 

 gentleman's hat off? " " Couldn't you shorten yourself a 

 leetle bit, sir — you are so tall." " All the better to see 

 with, my dear." " Look — Delight's still leading — now 

 Priam's close to her. Go on, Conolly, my boy — go on. 

 That's Lady Fly, third; Beiram next." "Where's St 

 Giles ?" " Up the spout." Now they round the turn ; St 

 Giles comes forward. " St Giles for^a hundred." " St 

 Giles." " St Giles." " No." " No." " " No." " St Giles 

 is beat — Priam wins." " No — Beiram." " No — Priam." 

 "Priam." "Beiram." "Beiram." "Priam." "Beiram." 

 "Beiram." "Priam." "What won?— what won?" 

 " What'U ye give to know ? " " Priam." " No— Beiram " 



