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'Yes, he did. The Prime Minister, we call him, your Grace,--out of
compliment to a certain Ministry which I wish was going on today
instead of the seedy lot we've got in. I think, my Lord Duke, that
any one you ask may tell you that I know what running is. Well;--I
can assure you,--your Grace, that is,--that since I've seen 'orses
I've never seen a 'orse fitter than him. When he got his canter
that morning, it was nearly even betting. Not that I or
Silverbridge were fools enough to put on anything at any rate. But
I never saw a 'orse so bad ridden. I don't mean to say anything,
my Lord Duke, against the man. But if that fellow hadn't been
squared, or else wasn't drunk, or else off his head, that 'orse
must have won,--my Lord Duke.'
'I do not know anything about racing, Major Tifto.'
'I suppose not, your Grace. But as I and Silverbridge are together
in this matter I thought I'd just let your Grace know that we
ought to have had a very good thing. I thought that perhaps your
Grace might like to know that.'
'Tifto, you are making an ass of yourself,' said Silverbridge.
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