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Chapter Two-1
Chapter TwoLord Warburton walked ahead into his study. It was one of the most attractive rooms in the house and had a magnificent view over the garden. Its sporting pictures were some of the finest ever painted by Stubbs and Sartorius. The chairs were upholstered in red leather and so was the fireguard, which had a cushioned seat. Lord Warburton sat down on it and said to his friend as he advanced towards him, “You are looking well, Charles, but rather thin.” “It’s not surprising,” Major Charles Bruton replied, “considering I have been exercising your horses from the crack of dawn until dusk.” “What do you think of them?” “Absolutely superb! Especially those with a touch of Arab in them!” Lord Warburton smiled slightly and it removed for an instant the cynical look that characteri
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