“Her leg’s not right. ”Rupert started to play on an imaginary violin. Jake, unsmiling, said very little. Hound, the books on show jumping hopelessly overcrowding the bookshelves, the wash basin, the faded photographs of his mother and father.
”“You’ve got commonsense, and I’ve heard you’re a very good after-dinner speaker. Gradually the cheering decreased to a sizzle of excitement, like fat in a chip pan. “Please don’t distract him. “Wish I had this effect on women,” he went on, smiling at Helen.
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