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After a slight breakfast I mounted the horse, which, decked out in
his borrowed finery, really looked better by a large sum of money
than on any former occasion. Making my way out of the yard of the
inn, I was instantly in the principal street of the town, up and
down which an immense number of horses were being exhibited, some
led, and others with riders. "A wonderful small quantity of good
horses in the fair this time!" I heard a stout jockey-looking
individual say, who was staring up the street with his side towards
me. "Halloo, young fellow!" said he, a few moments after I had
passed, "whose horse is that? Stop! I want to look at him!"
Though confident that he was addressing himself to me, I took no
notice, remembering the advice of the ostler, and proceeded up the
street. My horse possessed a good walking step; but walking, as
the reader knows, was not his best pace, which was the long trot,
at which I could not well exercise him in the street, on account of
the crowd of men and animals; however, as he walked along, I could
easily perceive that he attracted no slight attention amongst those
who, by their jockey dress and general appearance, I imagined to be
connoisseurs; I heard various calls to stop, to none of which I
paid the slightest attention.
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