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"
"
Well
,
then
,
listen
.
You
must
know
I
felt
so
interested
in
the
splendid
roan
horse
,
with
his
elegant
little
rider
,
so
tastefully
dressed
in
a
pink
satin
jacket
and
cap
,
that
I
could
not
help
praying
for
their
success
with
as
much
earnestness
as
though
the
half
of
my
fortune
were
at
stake
;
and
when
I
saw
them
outstrip
all
the
others
,
and
come
to
the
winning-post
in
such
gallant
style
,
I
actually
clapped
my
hands
with
joy
.
Imagine
my
surprise
,
when
,
upon
returning
home
,
the
first
object
I
met
on
the
staircase
was
the
identical
jockey
in
the
pink
jacket
!
I
concluded
that
,
by
some
singular
chance
,
the
owner
of
the
winning
horse
must
live
in
the
same
hotel
as
myself
;
but
,
as
I
entered
my
apartments
,
I
beheld
the
very
gold
cup
awarded
as
a
prize
to
the
unknown
horse
and
rider
.
Inside
the
cup
was
a
small
piece
of
paper
,
on
which
were
written
these
words
--
'
From
Lord
Ruthven
to
Countess
G
--
--
.
'
"
"
Precisely
;
I
was
sure
of
it
,
"
said
Morcerf
.
"
Sure
of
what
?
"
"
That
the
owner
of
the
horse
was
Lord
Ruthven
himself
.
"
"
What
Lord
Ruthven
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Why
,
our
Lord
Ruthven
--
the
Vampire
of
the
Salle
Argentino
!
"
"
Is
it
possible
?
"
exclaimed
the
countess
;
"
is
he
here
in
Paris
?
"
"
To
be
sure
--
why
not
?
"
"
And
you
visit
him
?
--
meet
him
at
your
own
house
and
elsewhere
?
"
