Dearest Diary,
I have spoken to you before of the horse race I was to attend today and I did indeed attend. The truth is that I was even invited to ride the horse around the course as well. In order to partake in such an honor it was imperative that I be outfitted in the best of riding trousers and boots that were available and a gentleman by the name of Derrick was quite helpful in assisting me in the selection of such a wardrobe. I am not ashamed to say that there are worse gentlemen for the task. In fact it seems that spectators are always welcome for the sport and if Mr. Derrick promises to be in attendance, I am eager to return myself. Should you like to join me, do not hesitate to write.
For the remainder of the day, I journeyed south as promised to visit the eldest Miss Lindsay. We visited a sort of establishment which specializes in salves and polishes for hands and feet. Although I had been told of the great refreshment such a treatment would be, I must say I found the practice a trifle painful. The inn in which we dined however was adorned with another handsome gentleman who was generous with his smile.
We were slightly disappointed in the theatre engagement for the evening, but have high hopes for the morning. I shall revisit you on the morrow...
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