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Chapter Three
Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report
being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested
traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through
it. ‘What in God’s name is going on?’
Glancing swiftly towards the doorway, Gerald saw his friend’s disbelieving
face and burst out, speaking over the top of Melusine as she made another grab
for the little square of linen. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a
stained-glass window. Creeping along quickly on his hands and
knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept. He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had. I had done my
research on jet propulsion and I figured that I could build
a simple engine for it. She guarded her mother,
or at least she had liked to think so. His smile faded. Manning would on no account do, though he was tall and dark
and handsome and kind, and thirty-five and adequately prosperous, and all that a
husband should be.
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