Heart hammering, Jake ran across the yard as fast as his limp would allow. Only twenty-four. “Little people get on big horses and think they’re gods,” said Nigel thickly in her ear. ”“Or go to the the-atre, as she calls it.
” examining I every freckle and eyelash and yellow fleck in her eyes. ”“D’you think they’ll split up?”“No. “I can’t think what you’re worrying about. ”“So you might suddenly bump into him one day?”“I doubt it,” said Jake, although he never passed a gypsy encampment or a fairground without having a look.
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