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@@@@@"Having a good time?" Rhett was smiling"Wonderful! Which horse is Miles Brewton's, Rhett?" "I suspect Miles rubbed his down with shoe-polishIt's number five, the very glossy blackThe dark horse, you might say Number six is Guggenheim's; Belmont managed post position; his pace-setter is number four Scarlett wanted to ask what "pacesetter" and "post position" meant, but there was no time, they were about to startNumber five's rider anticipated the starter's pistol shot, and there were loud groans from the stands "What happened?" Scarlett asked"False start, they'll have to line up again," Rhett explainedHe tilted his head in gestureSally Brewton's face was more monkey-like than ever, contorted with rage, and she was shaking her fist in the airRhett laughed affectionately"I might just jump the fence and keep going if I were the jockey," he said"Sally's ready to use his skin for a hearth rug "I don't blame her one bit," Scarlett declared, "and I don't think it's one bit funny either, Rhett Butler"May I dare assume that you put your money on Sweet Sally after all?" "Of course I didSally Brewton's a dear friend of mine-and besides, if I lost, it was your money, not mine Rhett looked at Scarlett in surpriseShe was smiling impishly at him"Well done, madam," he murmuredThe pistol shot sounded, and the race had begunScarlett didn't know that she was shouting, jumping up and down, pounding on Rhett's armShe was even deaf to the shouts of the people all around themWhen Sweet Sally won by a half-length she let out a yell of victory"We won! We won! Isn't it marvelous? We won!" Rhett rubbed hisbice