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' and however well lie goes on, he won't be fit to 

 go out of a walk for a fortnight.' 



Reginald Miller went down to Yorkshire 

 next day, and found that his Derby horse was 

 decidedly the worse for his accident, as, though 

 tendons, ligaments, ei hoc genus omne were 

 all right, the horse was terribly bruised and 

 knocked about. There was no reason, however, 

 that he should not be able to go along in a 

 week or ten days. Though this contretemps of 

 course militated considerably against his chance 

 of winning the Derby, still he would at all 

 events be able to face the starter. 



How Reginald Miller existed during the 

 next week was a mystery to himself. Each 

 day seemed a year, the only redeeming feature 

 being that each morning when he woke the 

 first thought that sped through his brain was, 

 ' One day nearer.' 



After a fair passage the ' Carolina ' dropped 

 her anchor in the Mersey on the twelfth of May. 

 Reginald, who had made arrangements with the 

 Cunard Company, was apprised of the fact 



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