Tuesday, April 3, 2007

But let's not,

His miracle-working column in the next issue demolished Calder's reputation entirely and made further progress towards restoring Sandcastle's, and after a third bang on the Sandcastle-is-tops gong in the issue after that, Oliver thankfully reported that confidence both in his stallion and in his stud farm was creeping back. Two thirds of the nominations were filled already, and inquiries were arriving for the rest.
One of the breeders whose mare is in foal now is threatening to sue me for negligence, but the bloodstock associations are trying to dissuade him. He can't do anything, anyway, until after Shane's trial and after the foal is born, and I just hope to God it's one that's perfect.
From the bank's point of view his affairs were no longer in turmoil. The board had agreed to extend the period of the loan for three extra years, and Val, and I had worked out the rates at which Oliver could repay without crippling himself. All finally rested on Sandcastle, but if his progeny should prove to have inherited his speed, Oliver should in the end reach the prosperity and prestige for which he had aimed.
Henry said, smiling one day over roast lamb, let's not make a habit of going to the races.
came to the office one Monday saying he had met Dissdale the day before at lunch in a restaurant that they both liked.
He was most embarrassed to see me, said. But I had quite a talk with him. He really didn't know, you know, that Calder was a fake. He says he can hardly believe, even now, that the cures weren't cures, or that

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