Inside he found Fen, her arms round Revenge’s neck, feeding him carrots and kissing him on the nose. “I’ll order for you. He carried no whip. How could you do such a fucking awful thing to her? You don’t understand anything about people’s feelings.
“These days, chickens are safely trapped in battery houses. Helen gave the ghost of a smile. Naturally, Revenge was homesick at first; any horse coddled as Jake’s were would feel the draught when he left the yard. And get off my telephone, Malcolm.
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