There was no response. "Farewell!" cried Jack, embracing them. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. ’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint.
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