The Savoy . ose, twirled itround and round, flung it in the air, catching it now on one foot, now on theother, now again on his head, flung it up again, missed it, grabbed at it withone hand, and as he jumped once more into the ring tossed it right away. Itmade a wide curve and landed—was it merely by accident ?—full in the faceof Captain Rene. The clown laughed. The clowns muzzle! he cried, andjust then the two fresh horses were trotted in. They were not used to beingforced into such close line, and fretted at the contact with the others ; firstone, then another got restive, until the whole t
The Savoy . ose, twirled itround and round, flung it in the air, catching it now on one foot, now on theother, now again on his head, flung it up again, missed it, grabbed at it withone hand, and as he jumped once more into the ring tossed it right away. Itmade a wide curve and landed—was it merely by accident ?—full in the faceof Captain Rene. The clown laughed. The clowns muzzle! he cried, andjust then the two fresh horses were trotted in. They were not used to beingforced into such close line, and fretted at the contact with the others ; firstone, then another got restive, until the whole ten were fidgeting andnervous. There was a fresh burst of music from the orchestra, a cry of Steady,steady, now ! from the grooms, and once more a white figure shot from thespring-board. There was a wild scream, a panic-stricken rush of horses andstablemen, and in the ring there lay a shapeless, inert mass ; a flutter of whitefrilling, a quiver of painted eyelids—a dead clown. Roman «w* cuk~„ U^C^Cj OSULLIVAN RUA TO MARYLAVELL
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