“Oh no, John, no, John, no,” said Rupert, and went off to crash Rocky round the practice ring, as usual “That’s my night’s sleep gone,” he would complain, then drift off to sleep two minutes later. “Nice lady,” said Jake, as the Colonel walked him out to the car. The television man ran nimbly after him with the boom, recording the grunts and snorts of his horse.
“Can’t make it stand up Macaulay’s no more difficult a horse than Snakepit. “You ought to have brought me a colour photograph,” said Rupert, who was pulling on his boots. It’s a tough world. He didn’t feel tired.
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