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Cup Day has gone. The Flemington course is deserted, and the gay throng of sightseers has dispersed. They have all hurried away to their homes, for the sky threatens, and the storm will soon break. Many hearts are glad, and many hearts are sad. Some have gambled high, and have lost; a few have won. Milly Jenkins was a heavy loser. She played for a high stake. She was reckless indeed when, in her mad thirst, she risked her good name; the stake was her soul.
Amongst the favoured ones of fortune there is still the great glow of anticipated pleasure, for to-night is the great ball of the season, and the favoured ones of fortune and the élite of the land are to be there.