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 <lb n="020298"/>slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.</p>
 <p><lb n="020299"/>Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence.
 <lb n="020300"/>Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their
-<lb n="020301"/>meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' <emph>Repulse</emph>, the duke of
-<lb n="020302"/>Westminster's <emph>Shotover</emph>, the duke of Beaufort's <emph>Ceylon</emph>, <foreign xml:lang="fr">prix de Paris</foreign>,
+<lb n="020301"/>meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' <name type="horse">Repulse</name>, the duke of
+<lb n="020302"/>Westminster's <name type="horse">Shotover</name>, the duke of Beaufort's <name type="horse">Ceylon</name>, <foreign xml:lang="fr">prix de Paris</foreign>,
 <lb n="020303"/>1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds, backing
 <lb n="020304"/>king's colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.
 <lb n="020305"/><said who="gd">―Full stop,</said> Mr Deasy bade his keys. <said who="gd"><emph>But prompt ventilation of this
 <lb n="020306"/>allimportant question</emph> ....</said></p>
 <p><lb n="020307"/>Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among
 <lb n="020308"/>the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and
-<lb n="020309"/>reek of the canteen, over the motley slush. <emph>Fair Rebel! Fair Rebel!</emph> Even
+<lb n="020309"/>reek of the canteen, over the motley slush. <name type="horse">Fair Rebel</name>! <name type="horse">Fair Rebel</name>! Even
 <lb n="020310"/>money the favourite: ten to one the field. Dicers and thimbleriggers we
 <lb n="020311"/>hurried by after the hoofs, the vying caps and jackets and past the
 <lb n="020312"/>meatfaced woman, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.</p>