Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. Lucy slept in the same room as Shari, only ten feet away. Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. ’ She shrugged. Better take these sandwiches. Kneebone, on his return from Manchester. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench.
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