Complete: cobwebs out of the carpet ' same haunches as her father , ' said belter , motioning towards a large black racing horse penned up in its stall . he noted the classic proportions of a thoroughbred like the lines of a formula one car -- unmistakable . ' she breathes well , too , ' he added . ' just taken her for a run ? ' a tall swarthy man , who had been leaning on a post , watching the stable staff brush down his pride and joy down , turned to face
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