I had just dismounted before the rather imposing main entrance to Delamere Hall, situate close to the west Dorset coast, and had handed over my horse to Tom Biddlecome, the groom who had accompanied me in my before-breakfast ride down to the beach for my morning dip, when my father appeared in the portico. "Good morning, Dick," he greeted me. "I suppose you have been for your swim, as usual. How did you find the water?"…
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