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Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. ” He frowned heavily. He has a heart that is easily broken. Her heart ached; and that puzzled her. \"I've got some chores to do and I usually cook dinner on weeknights. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it. It was impossible to meet the motion bodily.
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