nt,' said Tom, returning tothe table with a sigh of exhaustion, picking up his brandyglass swirling it round. No, that would be dangerous, they might belooking for her there. I've had some rather bad news. 'Now, Tom, don't get downhearted.
A bitlonger wouldn't hurt. She sighed, sat up, staring out at the still-light garden. Yes, she'll know what I mean. She was so brave, Louise,but she was vulnerable too: how would she cope with thissecond, awful loss? She would ring her later: after themeeting.
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