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"
It
’
s
all
right
,
I
suppose
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
,
darling
,
I
can
’
t
stand
to
see
so
many
people
.
"
"
We
don
’
t
see
many
.
"
"
No
.
But
those
Meyers
and
the
man
from
the
bank
with
his
wife
and
daughters
—
—
"
"
He
cashes
my
sight
drafts
,
"
I
said
.
"
Yes
but
some
one
else
would
if
he
didn
’
t
.
Those
last
four
boys
were
awful
.
"
"
We
can
stay
out
here
and
watch
the
race
from
the
fence
.
"
"
That
will
be
lovely
.
And
,
darling
,
let
’
s
back
a
horse
we
’
ve
never
heard
of
and
that
Mr
.
Meyers
won
’
t
be
backing
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
We
backed
a
horse
named
Light
For
Me
that
finished
fourth
in
a
field
of
five
.
We
leaned
on
the
fence
and
watched
the
horses
go
by
,
their
hoofs
thudding
as
they
went
past
,
and
saw
the
mountains
off
in
the
distance
and
Milan
beyond
the
trees
and
the
fields
.
"
I
feel
so
much
cleaner
,
"
Catherine
said
.
The
horses
were
coming
back
,
through
the
gate
,
wet
and
sweating
,
the
jockeys
quieting
them
and
riding
up
to
dismount
under
the
trees
.
