You’d better tell Fen to turn all the horses out. The Princess smiled and said she’d been following Sailor’s career and she was sorry she hadn’t got any Polos, and hadn’t Revenge jumped well? Jake felt very happy. And now all these people were guzzling his drink, talking shop and ignoring her. Dino, taking advantage, kissed her back.
She could see him at the table, fingers drumming impatiently. Helen got out her mirror, added some blusher to her pale, freckled cheeks, ran a comb through her gleaming dark red page-boy, and rearranged the tortoiseshell headband that kept it off her forehead. Africa, a netted cord of veins rippling under her shining coat, tugged at the reins, now this way, now that. It was Sailor; his feet were oiled, his coat polished, his thin mane coaxed into plaits, his sparse tail fell jagged from a tube of royal blue tail bandage.
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