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It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. ’ All at once Mrs Sindlesham looked across at him, a sharp question in her eyes. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. ’ ‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. “It may be more difficult than you think,” she said.
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