He looked eager and flushed and troubled. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. ‘Pitiful. ‘The old man who lives here, idiot.
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