Talk of favourites；；；
Look it out, Joey；；；
"Talk of favourites!" he said;
"I'd sooner pay over the three first
favourites than this one--thirty,
twenty to one starting price, and the
whole town onto him;
it's enough to break any man....
Now, my men, what is
it?" he said,
turning to the railway porters.
"Just the trifle me and my mates 'av won over that 'ere 'orse."
"What was it?"
"A shilling at five and twenty to one."
"Look it out, Joey.
Is it all right?"
"Yes, sir; yes, sir," said the clerk.
And old Watkins slid his hand
into his breeches pocket, and
it came forth
filled with gold and silver.
"Come, come, mates, we are bound to 'ave a bet
on him for the
Chesterfield
--we can afford it now;
what say yer, a shilling each?"
"Done for a shilling each,"
said the under-porter;
"finest 'orse in
training....
What price, Musser Watkins?"
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