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” She controlled a sob. ” “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He accused. She had never thought of him at all in that way before. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. And let us go on with our evening. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother.
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