'I expect he's bored,' said Sandy briefly, 'and then he wasrather late last night. 'Thank you for coming,' said Octavia as Sandy and Dickonleft after family tea. It was hopeless; she wouldsimply have to go back to the car and wait until it was atleast half light. Don't worry about it.
But - where? Where was it, where was the caravan, wherewas the farm?Charles would know. That husband of hers seems to be hanging on in the houseindefinitely, and so she can't possibly stay there. 'I promise. ' and 'What is it?' he said.
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