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The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. ‘I know just what he was doing. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again.
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