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16 service to-day was to bet against his noble employer's own horse, and so he at once sung out, "Twenty to one against Man-trap."

A young gentleman just launched into the world, and who, proud of his ancient and spreading acres, was now making his first book, seeing Man-trap marked eighteen to one on the cards, jumped eagerly at this bargain, while Lord Fitzheron and Mr. Berners who were at hand and who in their days had found their names in the book of the carcase butcher, and grown wise by it, interchanged a smile..

"Mr. Egremont will not take," said Hump Chippendale to the peer in the white great coat.

"You must have been too eager," said his noble friend.

The ring is up; the last odds declared; all gallop away to the Warren. A few minutes, only a few minutes, and the event that for twelve months has been the pivot of so much calculation, of such subtile combinations, of such deep conspiracies, round which the thought and passion of the sporting world have hung like eagles, will be recorded in the fleeting tablets of