Jake rode Snakepit into the ring. Fen, body aching from grooming, fingers sore from plaiting, her red T-shirt drenched with sweat, waited for Macaulay to return to the collecting ring. Helen wistfully tried to remember the time when she and Rupert were like that. ”“Nice house?” asked Fen, aware that Jake was beginning to look really fed up.
Can you leave now?”“Not really,” said Fen, feeling flustered, “I’ve got another round to jump and I might be in the jump off. “Hullo, Mrs. People knew where they could get a drink. The last signpost had been buried in cow parsley.
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