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One Saturday I took Lucy to the races. It was the first time we had been out for the day alone, and my heart beat with excitement when I called at the shop for her.
Old Brickett had said nothing when I told him where we were going. He had just shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, as if to imply we were both well on the way to the dogs, and then turned his head away.