All the king's horses, at least all those he uses for racing, and all the king's men, anyway all those he knows by their first names, went down to Ascot Heath last week. Whether it is rainy or the sun is shining, the King and all smart Britishers must go to Ascot every year. From Windsor with his good wife and the Prince of Wales he drove through the rain in a landau drawn by six perfectly matched greys mounted by postillions in scarlet coats frogged with gold. He saw Lord Derby's Toboggan, a...
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