'If it was for your husband or your kids, I can see thatwould be all right. ''You're not ill, are you?' said Dickon, his large dark eyesfilling with alarm. Poor old soul, she sounded soupset. 'You posh lot.
''I don't tell him anything at all,' she said, 'at themoment. 'I wonder whowrote that line for him. We're so glad you're here. No one is there.
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