”“Should I ring home? They’re expecting me back by one o’clock. Billy was one of the best riders in England, but he was not a natural jockey, like Rupert. More chaps than girls for a change. Rupert loved Billy, but he did not like playing second fiddle.
“Supper,” called Tory from the kitchen door. Putting the bucket down beside Sailor’s door, she rushed back to the tackroom and here got sidetracked by the latest copy of Riding which had a piece on her hero, Billy Lloyd-Foxe. Meanwhile her amiable husband, Billy Lloyd-Foxed (as he’s known on the circuit), is forced to turn a blind drunk eye. “Darling, darling, I’m desperately sorry.
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