“Wish it was a wife-riding contest,” said Rupert. Also on the chaise-longue were guide books for Rome and Madrid and Italian and Spanish phrase books. That must mean at least 100,000 in the bank. Twice someone came and rattled the door, then went away again.
He could hear the rain pattering on the roof outside and dripping from the gutter, muting the chatter of the sparrows. “They want you in the ring, Rupert. Rupert’s temper was not improved the following day when they walked past the exercise ring and saw Fen lunging Revenge. She couldn’t believe it.
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