In the Off-Season 277 



You begin to think that Mr. Nemo is a man 

 of considerable discernment. 



" Let's have a saddle on him, Mr. Nemo." 

 " Certainly, sir. P'raps you'd just like to 

 step inside the office while we're waiting, for 

 the wind's chilly, although it's a pleasant day 

 in the sun." 



Adjourned to the brougham interior once 

 more, we find that "just one" of some 

 curious old brown sherry would be grateful 

 and comforting. An extra good Laranaga 

 also lends its fragrant and soothing influence 

 to the moment, and when, some five minutes 

 later, you issue forth from the tiny portal, 

 drawing on your dogskins, you almost feel 

 ashamed of the boyish eagerness that comes 

 stealing over you to get on the gay chest- 

 nut's back and have a few minutes amongst 



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the fences with him. However, you sternly 

 repress the puerile feeling, assume a more 

 or less uninterested demeanour, and stroll 

 casually up to the good horse as he stands, 

 a very model of strength without lumber, 

 clean of limb and shapely of top. 



