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Nanny pressed her lips together and Salrina knew that she was trying hard to find an alternative to what she was doing. But there was none. To save herself from continual arguments from either Nanny or her father, Salrina went to the stables and brushed Orion down again. He was a fine-looking bay who Salrina thought was well worth the three hundred guineas her father was being paid for him, but it was a much bigger sum than he usually obtained. But Mr. Carstairs, a pushing, arrogant young man, who had as Nanny said ‘jumped up in the world’, was determined to beat the ‘toffs’ who had inaugurated the steeplechase to which he was invited only because it took place on the land he farmed. Steeplechases were sometimes local events that took place annually, but often they were an entertainin