![]() Instead, as Dr Fraser had told them, the massive heart attack that he’d suffered had probably knocked him from the saddle. But the worst they’d expected was that Lionel had been thrown, perhaps suffered a broken collarbone. When the new chestnut had come back yesterday without him, Sadie, his girl groom, had said dourly that she’d warned him the horse was too fresh. That he would never come in through that door, large, loud and unrelentingly kind, rubbing his hands together and exclaiming about the weather, his face red from tramping over the hills with the dogs, or riding out on his latest hunter. Impossible to think that Lionel would never wear it again. And every so often she looked down at it, touching the worn pile gently, breathing the faint aroma of cigars that rose from it. Her only response to the chill in the room had been to spread an old velvet smoking jacket over her legs like a rug. It was gloomy, too, with the curtains at the long windows half drawn against a February dusk.īut the girl who sat curled up in the big leather chair beside the fireplace had not switched on any of the lamps, or lit the neatly laid fire waiting in the grate. ![]()
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