the social scale, giving them an excuse to put a hard hat in the back window of the Jaguar and slap gymkhana stickers on the windscreen. “Have you gone mad? Are you trying to poison my dogs?”“They shouldn’t drink out of the John,” screamed Helen. Macaulay was a big, brave horse, but he’d suffered when Rupert was angry before, and he sensed Rupert was angry now and it unsettled him. Maxwell, delicately picking her way through the dung that Manners had not yet gathered.
Poor Mac, thought Fen, and poor me too. “Oh, yes, please,” said Tory. “Did you see the girl with the Antis?” asked Rupert, in that deceptively casual way that meant he was interested. “We got the gold!”As Rupert rode out of the arena at a walk, the whole stadium rose to their feet to applaud him.
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