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‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. You have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. I’ll have to wait here, of course, which means you, Hilary—’ ‘Will have to do tomorrow’s patrol. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour.
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