”“God, it’s hot,” said Lavinia Greenslade, as they sweated in the unrelenting sun, waiting for the go-ahead to walk the course. After another long pause she looked up and they gazed at each other. The yell of the crowd distracted him, the heat haze above the gate made judging the distance difficult. But I enjoyed it, I learnt a lot.
Stupid pratt, he thought, listening for a second to the splendid row. At first she resisted, then, as her lips parted, he drew away. Halfway down the tunnel Rupert slumped against the wall, shutting his eyes, battling to stop the tears. “If you win, will you tell Mrs.
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