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Chapter 20

           Weputahundredlireonnumberfivetowinandahundredtoplaceandthenhadanotherwhiskeyandsodaapiece.IwasfeelingverygoodandwepickedupacouplemoreItalians,whoeachhadadrinkwithus,andwentbacktothegirls.TheseItalianswerealsoverymanneredandmatchedmannerswiththetwowehadcollectedbefore.Inalittlewhilenoonecouldsitdown.IgavetheticketstoCatherine.

           "Whathorseisit?"

           "Idon’tknow.Mr.Meyers’choice."

           "Don’tyouevenknowthename?"

           "No.Youcanfinditontheprogramme.NumberfiveIthink."

           "Youhavetouchingfaith,"shesaid.Thenumberfivewonbutdidnotpayanything.Mr.Meyerswasangry.

           "Youhavetoputuptwohundredliretomaketwenty,"hesaid."Twelvelireforten.It’snotworthit.Mywifelosttwentylire."

           "I’llgodownwithyou,"Catherinesaidtome.TheItaliansallstoodup.Wewentdownstairsandouttothepaddock.

           "Doyoulikethis?"Catherineasked.

           "Yes.IguessIdo."

           "It’sallright,Isuppose,"shesaid."But,darling,Ican’tstandtoseesomanypeople."

           "Wedon’tseemany."

           "No.ButthoseMeyersandthemanfromthebankwithhiswifeanddaughters"

           "Hecashesmysightdrafts,"Isaid.

           "Yesbutsomeoneelsewouldifhedidn’t.Thoselastfourboyswereawful."

           "Wecanstayouthereandwatchtheracefromthefence."

           "Thatwillbelovely.And,darling,let’sbackahorsewe’veneverheardofandthatMr.Meyerswon’tbebacking."

           "Allright."

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