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melancholy grey, elaborately stained on both 

 quarters. " There you are, and as good as they 

 make 'em." Don't know who " they " are, 

 but wish " they " would " make 'em " a little 

 cleaner. Mount, and am joined by Powxceby on 

 equine framework. Beginning to rain again. 

 "This is jolly, eh?" he says. "Oh, awfully," I 

 reply, feebly, as my wreck nearly blunders down on 

 to his fiddle head. Arrive at meet 6.30. "Oh, 

 the 'ounds 'as bin gorn this 'arf hour or more. The 

 meet was at six," says a yokel. 



Powxceby borrows fiver on road home. Caught 

 10.15 back to town, and if ever ! 



