Lady Evelyn — page 219: what you’re looking at

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Senne wee Se ty Rite tiras Bl ee, mahi Thay St anaes es Tateot ene fn, oo ng rea CHAPTER VIII. THE GYPSY GIRLS PROPHECY. “Scarlet wins! Blue’s ahead! No, no, no! Purple and Gold has it! Ten to one on Castilian Rose! Purple | and Gold wins! Hurrah! hurrah! Castilian Rose wins!” It was the spring meeting. The ring was thronged, the uproar was deaiening. The excitement and betting | were immense, all the horse racing squires of the county _ mustered there, and beauty ipakea: down from the grand- ~ stand, and craried its white neck and flashed its bright eyes and felt its heart sink or rise according as it had won or lost its bets of best Jouvins. For Scarlet, and Blue, and Yellow were ignominiously beaten, and Purple and Gold rode in winner. Castilian Rose, a bay beauty, with slender legs and brilliant eyes, had won the race. Cas- - tilian Rose could belong to no one, of course, but Vivian Trevannance, The little mare, entered for the spring meeting, had surpassed even his expectations; but his in- — dolent Emile was as indolent as ever, and his nonchalant P Baoce never altered whilst huzzas rent the air, and men on the turf below seemed going mad with excitement. “Rather a close thing, that finish,” he murmured, eent- ly. “I thought King Cheops would have had it. I might have known, though, that the bay mare, so named, could not be beaten. Castilian Rose must always win.” Lady Evelyn Desmond shrugged her shoulders a trifle U Scdainiully. She had sat there on the grand-stand, be- tween her lover and Colonel Drummond, and there had been very little of interest in the violet eyes that followed her colors over the field. She had come there because she could not very well stay away; but whether her name- _ sake won or lost the great race was a matter of very little “ shan ay ~, wa we ay Gre co ey ges interest to her. Colonel Drummond stood beside her. Yes, though two aihetis had gone since that night on which he had mage ay heroic resolves, Hercules lingered still by the distc Did gee be Z| oie dee te id, bee Sere ani A sae te ie re oor2 o . The Gy psy, Cinl’s Prophecy. cae her ee ae of f Omphale. He could not Leos cee fascination that held rave rious gi ie rg es . Pasay: ae ne a asco Joke? “Zk tad Me RY owiehe, cv! i. ee ergata rie Nass te Petra t ps a om Pe yb praia a pS <i" i hip = ML patel Sey Phcige > fac lt saga fo ker Ae Mk) Vt Na er bu. ‘ge ig eR eg wah “WR i re