“Behaving like a bunch of dockers and car-workers,” said Colonel Roxborough apoplectically, slowly eating his way through a bunch of grapes in a nearby Lalique bowl. Picking her up under one arm, Rupert took her upstairs for Charlene to sort out. Then she heard someone fiddling with the door handle then voices, then more fiddling and the door was forced open and the inside of the living area was flooded with light. They had not lost a Nations’ Cup this year.
”Fen didn’t react. “I’ll get Marion to post it on to you,” said Rupert and, without even saying goodbye, turned on his heel and stalked back into the house. “Magnifico,” they cried half in irony as he came into the ring. The sun was already dropping, shining into their eyes.
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