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all  sides.   Tf 10  horses  were  getting  ready  for  the  hurdle  racc.   The
                           grooms  were  landing back  t±ie  horses,  weaned  by  the  rsce which  they
                           had  run ;  ant!,  one by  one,  those  intended  lor  ill e next course appe a red
                           an  the  ground,   Frou-Frou  came  out;  stepping  high.  Vronsky-  had
                           scarcely  t'me  to  make  some  adjustment  of the  saddle,  when  those  who
                           were  to  compete  i:i  Lhe  hurdle  race  were  called  to  receive  their
                           n l; mb e rs.   They ap poac h ed, s eve n tee n m en i n a 1!.  V  ron sk y 1 s m i ni bo r
                           was  seven.
                              11 M o u n t!Jl  was  the  cry.
                              The  groom  stood by  the  mare's  head  holding the reins  in his  hand,
                           Frou-Frou  shivered  as  though  she  had an attack of fever.   1 Itr :naster
                           cast  a final  glance  on  his  rivals,  Eie  knew  be  should  not  sec  them
                           a fa in  uiiLi 1  the  race was  over,   Ga ileum,  one  of  the  best  racers,  was
                           tnrnEnp;  around  and  around  his  bay  ttidlum  without  being  able  to
                           mount,    A   little  hussar,  in  tight  trousers,  was  off  on  a.  gallop, bent
                           double  over  ins  horse  in  English  fashion.   Prince  Knzoficf,  white
                           a.s  a  shool,  was  trying  to  mount  a  thorough-bred  mare.   He  was
                           ;imid,  .still  he  had  made  up his mind to ride.   They exchanged glances
                           and Vronsky  yave  him  an  euconra^ri^  nod.    One  only  now  he  failed
                           to  see— hU  nii^t  redoubtable  rival,  Makhotin,  on  Gladiator,  was  not
                           there.
                              i: Don’t  be  in  haste/'  sard  Cord,  "and  don't  forget when  you  CO me
                           to  a  hurdle  not  to  pull back  or  spur  on  yoi:r  horse;  let  her  take  her
                           Qivn v/ay.   If possible,  take  ihe  lead,  but  don’t  be  discoi.[ijaged> if  for
                           a few  moments,  you  are behind.'3
                              '‘ Very  good,"  replied  Vronsky.    The  horse  die  not  bave  time
                           to  stir  before  be  gracefully  and  firmly  took  his  seat  on  the  saddle.
                           Then  he  arranged  the  double  reins  between  bis  finger*,  and  Cord  let
                           go the  animal's  bead.   ITouTYou  st ret tiled  ov;t  her  rieckL  and  started
                           off at  an  easy,  elastic  pace.  b;dam:ln^  her  rider  on  Iter  strong,  flexible
                           back.   They  were  approaching the  river's  bank,  where  the  sUsrtin^-
                           post was  ]'laced.   Vronsky,  pvecsded  by  Some,  followed  by  ethers,
                           suddenly  lienrd  on  the track  i.ne  gallop  of  a  horse,  and  Gladiator  wilh
                           Makhotin  on  his  back,  dashed  by*
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