'I'd rather it didn't get all over the House. Thank God, thought Louise, thank God. 'If you don't, I'll just set fire to thecaravan. ''Too brave, I think,' said Octavia.
'Like dear little flyingmice. In that week, her own dreadfullysentimental phrase had become reality. It was dusk now, that ultra-clear half-light peculiar to latesummer evenings. Minty wailed harder; Zoe sighed, tried to interest her inher drink.
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