“That’s R. The other horses put their heads out of the boxes, ready to be jealous because they were not included in the trip. ”“Rome!” She knew she should be cool, but she couldn’t keep the squeak of delight out of her voice. Pack a case, put in clothes to last you for a few days, bring your passport, bankers’ and American Express cards, dark glasses and as much spare cash as you can get your hands on.
Rupert sat with his feet up on the balcony of his hotel bedroom overlooking the Bois de Boulogne. “You’re not going to make a bloody fool of yourself at Olympia,” he said. And suddenly towards them came the village band, sweating in their red tunics, playing “Land of Hope and Glory’ somewhat out of tune. After midnight, so it must be Rupert.
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