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The air was pungent and leaden. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. She had lost it. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. ‘Knew you had the lad with you, and thought you were merely delayed. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound.
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