Poor Ben was not so fortunate. She read the policeman’s rueful glance when she caught his refection in his rearview mirror. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred.
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