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He’s off!
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Only Bob Otway, said some kindly friend in the crowd who was an optimist.
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He’s sure to take a toss.
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Oh, dear! Oh, dear! exclaimed the old parson, quite as excited as any boy about it.
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He should not have taken the bank so high. Poor boy, I hope he has not hurt himself. A comment which provoked a muttered
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D——d fool! from a choleric colonel, who had seen the thing done in Canada, and did not believe it possible to do it better in Switzerland. Then a second competitor, Dick Fenton, started, and he came down prettily enough, riding low at the banks and getting a splendid course in the final straight. It was quite thrilling to see him, the
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declared; and when Harry Clavering announced the time as one minute thirty-one seconds, she believed that Fenton must have won. Not so the others.
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Wait until Rivers has been down,
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for the ladies, and these found the men a little nearer to the edge of the bank and frankly enjoying themselves. Some of the girls rode very well—and, significantly, Marjory Rider, whose name suggested proficiency, acquitted herself with hardly less aplomb than her sister Nellie. Tall girls, and excessively thin, it remained for an artist in the background to suggest that they never would have got their living as
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But they flashed down the ice-run with a bravado that was incontestable, and their corners were, in Bob Otway’s words,