” As he came off the telephone Fen put her arms round him. The strain of waiting for the course to be re-built told on Count Guy, who came next, and who came to grief at the third fence, managed to clear the water, but was going so fast he couldn’t pull up. The heat blazed down, getting more and more murderous, as Spaniards, Swiss, Italians, Canadians followed one another. Then, worried she might have forgotten to pull the chain, she seized the glass and rushed off.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” said Fen with a total lack of sympathy. “Very exciting. einformation, but you can be sure no one will know anything until we walk the course on Monday week. Oh, dear, Cupid had scored a double top, straight into her heart.
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