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"Where's Cord?" he asked the stable-boy

"In the stable, putting on the saddle"

In the open horse-box stood Frou-Frou, saddled ready They were

just going to lead her out

"I'lishman; "don't upset

yourself!"

Vronsky once lance the exquisite lines of

his favoriteall over, and with an effort

he tore hiht of her, and went out of the

stable He went towards the pavilions at theattention The , and all eyes were fixed on the horse-guard in front

and the light hussar behind, urging their horses on with a last

effort close to the winning post Fro to the winning post, and a group of

soldiers and officers of the horse-guards were shouting loudly

their delight at the expected triumph of their officer and

comrade Vronsky moved into the middle of the crowd unnoticed,

al at the finish of the

race, and the tall,over the saddle, let go the reins of his panting gray

horse that looked dark with sweat

The horse, stiffening out its legs, with an effort stopped its