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Manella walked slowly up the staircase to her bedroom. She was feeling depressed. Since their return to The Castle after such an enjoyable ride the Marquis had not sent for her. Nor had he made any suggestions about their riding again together tomorrow morning. She wondered what she had done or said to have upset him. Or was it perhaps because he had found her boring? In the bedroom Flash turned round half-a-dozen times, as Setters do, before he settled in his usual place by the bed. Manella undressed, feeling that somehow as if the sunshine and the moonlight were no longer with her. She felt as if she was enveloped in a fog that she did not quite grasp. ‘It was so wonderful this morning,’ she said to herself again and again. She remembered how she and the Marquis had raced their