‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. Stanley changed his key. He was entranced as she walked towards him. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. Upon this topic Capes was heavy and conscientious, but that seemed to her to be just exactly what he ought to be. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. ‘What started you off, you madman,’ Roding told him frankly, as he set about tying his handkerchief around the wound, ‘was being born at all.
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