'Just coming, MrsHarrington,' he called, fumbling slightly with the two locks. Why?''A Mrs Cornish phoned him on Friday. 'You've been odd, ever since we leftthat house today. 'Ifyou are looking after her,' went on the voice, 'please bringher immediately to the control tower, so that we canreunite her with her parents.
''So do I,' he said, 'for Dickon's sake. It was theend of any hopes you have for a quick divorce. Some of them would be fun,she would enjoy them, but she couldn't face going withTom, and it wasn't her they wanted, nor was it him; it How was your mum? I've missed you.
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