There was a long pause. She hated Rupert, and Dino, who had only asked her out because he wanted to pump her, but it made her realise howmuch she was missing by devoting herself so exclusively to horses. Water from a fountain tumbled down grey-green steps between banks of pale-lilac geraniums. Poor Dino, she kept whispering, oh poor, poor Dino.
”Having tied him up securely, Jake rubbed him down, put on a sweat rug, watered and fed him. ”“There’s something you should know. “You ‘haven’t metLavinia, have you? Are you having an awful party?”“I haven’t seen much of Rupert,” she said, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. ”“Who’s talking?” sneered Driffield.
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