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Updated: June 29, 2025
Faust; so was the Judge. Lauzanne didn't beat anything." "Didn't beat what the hell didn't the Chestnut get the verdict?" "He did; but " and Crane looked at Faust, with patient toleration of his lack of perception. The Cherub waited for an explanation of these contradictory remarks. But he might have waited indefinitely Crane had quite finished.
He burrowed like a mole most industriously, regardless of people's toes, their ribs, their dark looks, and even angry expressions of strong disapproval, and when he gained the green sward of the lawn, hurried to his friend's box. "Did you get it on?" queried the latter. "No; I don't like the look of it. Faust is holding out Lauzanne, and stretched me half a point about the mare.
Faust consulted his betting sheet, Crane looking over his shoulder. "I didn't have no thousand in one bet on that race," he said. "What are those flgures," asked the other, pointing to two consecutive numbers of one thousand each. A thousand to one hundred twice over Lauzanne.
Close pressed to his neck, flat over his wither lay the intense form of his rider a camel's hump a part of the racing mechanism, unimpeding the weary horse in the masterly rigidity of his body and legs; but the arms, even the shoulders of the great jockey thrust his mount forward, always forward forward at each stride; fairly lifting him, till the very lurches of Lauzanne carried him toward the goal.
Somehow she felt that Mike's encomium had lowered her perceptibly in the opinion of this man whom she herself affected to look upon with but toleration. They visited all the other stalls, eight of them, and listened to Mike's eulogies on the inmates. Coming down the other side of the passage, the last occupied box stall contained Lauzanne.
The perfume affected him disagreeably; it was like the exhalation of some noisome drug; quite in keeping with the covert insinuation of her words that Dick, as she called him it must be Dick Langdon, the trainer of Lauzanne, Porter mused had given her advice based on a knowledge quite irrespective of the galloping powers of the two horses. "Did you hear that, father?" Allis whispered.
"I'm glad you don't want to go and kill anything," she said, turning gratefully to Mortimer when he refused Alan's invitation, saying that he preferred to look at the horses. "I'll show you Diablo, and Lucretia, and Lauzanne the Despised he's my horse, and I'm to win a big race with him next year.
She would have to ride at least two pounds overweight, for the horse's impost was one hundred and eleven. Lauzanne was being led in a circle by a boy, so Allis shielded herself from the general gaze in his empty stall. She felt quite sure that nobody there would recognize her, unless, perhaps, Philip Crane. He was rarely seen in the paddock, but might this day come out to view The Dutchman.
"What price's Laxcen?" he asked of the fat bookmaker. "What race is he in?" questioned the penciler. "Din race; what you givin' me!" "Don't know the horse." Mortimer interposed. "The gentleman means Lauzanne," he explained. Faust glared in the speaker's face. "Why th' 'll don't he talk English then; I'm no Chinaman, or a mind reader, to guess what he wants.
There's a horse in the race I don't understand; he can no more get a mile an' a half than I could; it's the Indian, an' why they're puttin' up the startin' price beats me, unless" and he lowered his voice to a whisper "there's a job to carry Lauzanne, or White Moth, or somethin' off their feet. Just watch the Indian, an' don't let him shut you in on the rail if you can help it.
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