Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. There was no other door in it, and Jack therefore struck into another entry which branched off to the right. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the game down there.
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