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confidence of various stables has no right to answer ; for 

 perhaps we are more or less associated with other esta- 

 blishments, and realise what our feelings would be if 

 matters connected with them were made the subject of 

 general gossip. In poor Sir John Astley's entertaining 



reminiscences 

 he gave cordial 

 credit to George 

 Fordham for his 

 discretion in this 

 respect ; though 

 * stable secrets ' 



Cantering by on his Hack 



are much rarer than outsiders suppose. There are, 

 indeed, idiots to be met who are fully convinced that 

 almost every race is a matter of previous calculation, 

 and, generally, of deception, trickery, and collusion ; 

 owners and trainers, one and all, with almost undis- 



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