”“You wait,” said Fen, “I bet it starts a trend. “What the hell are you doing here?” said Jake. Jake said nothing and, after another look at Africa’s foot, led her hobbling out of the ring. Turning a somersault in the air, he crashed down with Rupert under him.
He’d walked the course; there was nothing Africa couldn’t jump if he put her right. Everyone laughed, which for a moment eased the tension. He had grown into a beautiful child, shy, with huge solemn eyes, and a riot of Titian curls which Rupert was always urging Helen to cut. “Zay are both top hole.
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