Summary

Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Summons — IX: Enter the Heroine in Anything but White Satin (1920)

Harold Jupp was a queer-looking person with a long, thin, brown face, and a straight, wide mouth too close to a small pointed chin. Harold Jupp carried about with him a very aura of horses. Horses were his only analogy; he thought in terms of horses; and perhaps, as a consequence, although he could give no reasons for his judgments upon people, those judgments as a rule were conspicuously sound. Jupp shook hands with Hillyard, and turned to the student at the window.
"Well, Joan, how have you lived without us? Aren't you bored with your large, beautiful self?"
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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Summons — IX: Enter the Heroine in Anything but White Satin (1920)

Harold Jupp shook his head doubtfully.
"Never sure about flat-racing. Jumping's the only thing for the poor and honest backer."
Joan Wentworth looked about her regretfully.
"I understand now why you have all come back so early."
Miranda Brown ran impulsively to her. She was as pretty as a picture, and spoke as a rule in a series of charming explosions. At this moment she was deeply wronged.
"Yes, Joan," she cried. "They would go! And I know that I have backed the winner for the last race."
Dennis Brown contemplated his wife with amazement.
"Miranda, you are crazy," he cried. "He can't win."
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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Summons — IX: Enter the Heroine in Anything but White Satin (1920)

Dennis Brown was too seriously occupied to waste his time upon Miranda's enthusiasms.
"It's a pity we can't get the evening papers," he said gloomily. "I should dearly like to see the London forecasts for to-morrow."
"I brought some evening papers down with me," said Hillyard, and "Did you?" cried Sir Chichester, and his eyes flashed with interest. But Harold Jupp was already out of the room. He came back from the hall with a bundle of newspapers in his hands, pink and white and yellow and green. He carried them all relentlessly past Sir Chichester to the table in the window.
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