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I know, I've been down to the bottom myselfcan't give up, you just
can't John Morland's eyes were like cold embers"I'm going to
gland tonight on the eight o'clock boatI never want to see an face
or hear an Irish voice againI put Dijon in a safe place sold up
She's entered in the claiming race this afternoon, and it's over, so is
Ireland for me His tragic eyes were at least And dryScarlett
almost wished he would begin to cry againleast he'd felt something
thenNow he looked as if he would be able to feel anything ever
againThen, as she watched, a transformation took
placeSir John Morland, Baronet, came back to life by effort of
will
His shoulders firmed, and his mouth curved in a smileHis eyes even
had a hint of laughter in them"Poor Scarlett, I fear I rather put
you through the wringerFinish your coffee, there's a good girl, and
come along to the track with meI'll put a fiver on Dijon for you,
and you can buy the champagne with your winnings when she shows
her
heels to the rest of the field Scarlett had never in her life
respected anyone as much as she did Bart Morland at that moment
She
found a smile to meet his"I'll match your fiver with one of my own,
Bart, and we'll have champagne, tooDone?" She spit in her palm,
held it outMorland spat, slapped, smiledOn
the way to the race course Scarlett tried to dredge up from her
memory
what she'd heard about "claiming races All the horses running were
for sale, their prices set by their own