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whose fortunes are bound up with Newmarket, 

 that the race is for the former. The colt is 

 going much the stronger of the two, and in 

 another moment the whip of the mare's jockey 

 is in the air. The dark-bhie jacket forges ahead, 

 with an increasing lead at every stride, and 

 passes the post an easy winner. No. 8 is hoisted 

 over the judge's box, followed by No. 1, the mare ; 

 Lord Falmouth third. As the horses pull up at 

 the bottom of the hill, a dense crowd masses 

 around them from the hill and the course, 

 leaving a narrow lane for them to return through 

 to the paddock, where loud cheers are raised for 

 the good horse and his rider. 



"A beautiful race, wasn't it ? " a pretty girl 

 on the lawn says enthusiastically to her com- 

 panion, who has heavily supported the wrong 

 one. 



''Very!" he replies, not, however, with a 

 very happy expression on his face. 



