”“They split in the jump off,” said Fen miserably. Rupert was talking to Janey in an undertone. During the day the riders’ time would be more or less their own, except for the odd meeting or press conference. But when she looked at Jake she saw he was not smiling.
“I say, Jake,” Rupert’s voice carried down the row, ‘doesn’t that picador’s horse remind you of Sailor. Where the hell was Ortrud? The thumpings grew more insistent. The waitress looked into the box first. Tory was frying eggs, bacon and sausages for the children (it didn’t look as though anyone would have time to cook them a decent meal before
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