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‘Get your things together,’ he told Monica in a terse monotone ‘Be quick about it’

She stared at hi If there’s any sort of trouble-’ he raised his voice as he said this, for the benefit of those listening, ‘I’ll start cracking heads’

The shadow in the interior of the house withdrew itself at these words, causing the girl to look hopeful for the first tilanced at his watch onceon a chair in the kitchen, as was his wont as his wife prepared supper, about to read the paper and sipping coffee His wife did not see this as any sort of ihly enjoyed each other’s coe

Lorne no sooner began looking about and patting pockets when his wife tacity calasses from their perch on his head She sood-natured annoyance

‘That’s odd! What’s Davie about tonight? He’s never this late’

Marion shrugged, opened the oven door and reood to the table