The Jockey
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of green C evening, tailored precisely and tume outfit for a c ie striped el colors. iff, bang on emples and in a er a time c t nod; ill ense of .
t table rainer, a bookie, and a ricrainer er -- a large, loosely built fellozer, ernoon. te-coated er broughe dinner.
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quot;O; said turned o look be;Ask ;
quot;God no,quot; Sylvester said.
quot;; Simmons said. t and inflection. ed, t deadlock between fear and greed.
quot;ell, I call exactly,quot; said Sylvester. quot;Ive kno six mont if see ing anot cant.quot;
quot;It was w ; said Simmons.
quot;?quot; asked the rich man.
Sylvester glanced across t t tongue. quot;A accident. A kid got on track. Broke a leg and a icular pal of Bitsys. A Iris a bad rider, eit;
quot;ts a pity,quot; said the rich man.
quot;Yeaicular friends,quot; Sylvester said. quot;You s page toget;
quot;ell, t; said the rich man.
Simmons cut into eak. e and carefully piled on mus;; ed. quot;;
All tables in ty at t table in ter, and green- mot and fluttered about to treet outside came teria.
quot;t in August Saratoga is t toa in t; Sylvester turned