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           Therewereonlythreedaysmore.

           ("Icanstickitoutnow.It’llbedifferentwhenwe’rebackinLondonagain.Imustn’tshowhowmiserableIam.Imustpretendit’sallright.")

           "Asniphavingthisspelloffineweather,"saidMichael."Tom’sbeenasuccess,hasn’the?Pityhecan’tstayanotherweek."

           "Yes,aterriblepity."

           "Ithinkhe’sanicefriendforRogertohave.Athoroughlynormal,clean-mindedEnglishboy."

           "Oh,thoroughly."("Bloodyfool,bloodyfool")

           "Toseethewaytheyeatisafairtreat."

           "Yes,theyseemtohaveenjoyedtheirfood."("MyGod,Iwishitcouldhavechokedthem.")

           TomwastogouptotownbyanearlytrainonMondaymorning.TheDexters,whohadahouseatBourneEnd,hadaskedthemalltolunchonSunday.Theyweretogodown,inthelaunch.NowthatTom’sholidaywasnearlyoverJuliawasgladthatshehadneverbysomuchasaliftedeyebrowbetrayedherirritation.Shewascertainthathehadnonotionhowdeeplyhehadwoundedher.Afterallshemustbetolerant,hewasonlyaboy,andifyoumustcrossyourt’s,*shewasoldenoughtobehismother.Itwasaborethatshehadathingabouthim,butthereitwas,shecouldn’thelpit;shehadtoldherselffromthebeginningthatshemustneverlethimfeelthatshehadanyclaimsonhim.NoonewascomingtodinneronSunday.ShewouldhavelikedtohaveTomtoherselfonhislastevening;thatwasimpossible,butatalleventstheycouldgoforastrollbythemselvesinthegarden.