There was nothing black about him but his hair and his eyes--he wore no beard at that time--and they were black as slooes.

The like of his coming on the race-course was never seen there afore nor since.

He drove his ikkipage hisself; and it was always hauled by four beautiful white horses, and two outriders rode in harness bridles.

There was a groom behind him, and another at the rubbing-post, all in livery as glorious as New Jerusalem.

What a 'stablishment he kept up at that time! I can mind him, sir, with thirty race-horses in training at once, seventeen coach-horses, twelve hunters at his box t'other side of London, four chargers at Budmouth, and ever so many hacks.' 'And he lost all by his racing speculations ?' the stranger observed; and Somerset fancied that the voice had in it something more than the languid carelessness of a casual sojourner.
'Partly by that, partly in other ways.