Sobbing into their cocoa, hugging one another, all that sortof thing. ' He grinned at her. He'scalled Sandy. I told you, I told you all in my speech, I loveEngland, I love the countryside, I love lanes and woods andstreams and hedgerows.
'Okay, have it your own way. Anyway, aren't I allowed to see your friend?She's one of my favourites, you know. There was also the gauntlet to be run of ahandful of journalists on the doorstep; Tom told them to goaway, that they'd said all they were going Couldshe ask Mr Miller to phone Mr Fleming from there? She couldn't give Mr Fleming the number as it was a privatehouse, and she had specific instructions not to.
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