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We
put
a
hundred
lire
on
number
five
to
win
and
a
hundred
to
place
and
then
had
another
whiskey
and
soda
apiece
.
I
was
feeling
very
good
and
we
picked
up
a
couple
more
Italians
,
who
each
had
a
drink
with
us
,
and
went
back
to
the
girls
.
These
Italians
were
also
very
mannered
and
matched
manners
with
the
two
we
had
collected
before
.
In
a
little
while
no
one
could
sit
down
.
I
gave
the
tickets
to
Catherine
.
"
What
horse
is
it
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Mr
.
Meyers
’
choice
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
even
know
the
name
?
"
"
No
.
You
can
find
it
on
the
programme
.
Number
five
I
think
.
"
"
You
have
touching
faith
,
"
she
said
.
The
number
five
won
but
did
not
pay
anything
.
Mr
.
Meyers
was
angry
.
"
You
have
to
put
up
two
hundred
lire
to
make
twenty
,
"
he
said
.
"
Twelve
lire
for
ten
.
It
’
s
not
worth
it
.
My
wife
lost
twenty
lire
.
"
"
I
’
ll
go
down
with
you
,
"
Catherine
said
to
me
.
The
Italians
all
stood
up
.
We
went
downstairs
and
out
to
the
paddock
.
"
Do
you
like
this
?
"
Catherine
asked
.
"
Yes
.
I
guess
I
do
.
"
