Billy booked a berth for three hours and took Fen to bed, dreading the separation ahead as much as she was. Didn’t Rupert jump champion?”Billy rode off, trying to control his nerves. ”Fen opened her mouth and shut it again; then she flung her arms round his neck. Beside the books lay Helen’s journal.
” As he pulled her into his arms he could smell toothpaste and clean scented flesh. Without doubt you produced the finest and bravest display of riding I’ve ever seen. The sky was already in mourning. Totally unabashed, she moved a boiled sweet to the other side of her face.
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