Then, picking up her bag, she started to walk quiteslowly - but not too slowly -- towards the gate. 'I like your friend,' said Gabriel Bingham. Having trouble sleeping?'She nodded. Forgivehim.
She looked down on the garden; the sun wasstill quite strong, but the shadows on the lawn werelengthening. ''How long have you been home?'As always, she felt nervy at the inquisition. 'There's something -- that is--' and thenstopped again. In the end she put her down in the cot; Mintylay there, still rigid, screaming, red faced, sweaty.
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