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With no sign of Helen, Rupert’s eye started to rove. Janey Henderson was attracted to power. ”They might have slipped under the front seat,” said Rupert, affording himself another good view. Over the first fence she sailed, over the second, over the third.

You’re an old softy, really. ”“Will you write to me? I’ll be back for the Horse of the Year Show on the first of October. “He’s brilliant. ”“I am middle-class.