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He
looked
up
at
her
with
his
flickering
grin
.
’
No
!
’
he
said
.
’
Only
you
’
ve
got
to
start
in
twenty
-
five
minutes
.
’
’
Have
I
?
’
she
cried
.
Suddenly
he
held
up
a
warning
finger
,
and
rose
to
his
feet
.
Flossie
had
given
a
short
bark
,
then
three
loud
sharp
yaps
of
warning
.
Silent
,
he
put
his
plate
on
the
tray
and
went
downstairs
.
Constance
heard
him
go
down
the
garden
path
.
A
bicycle
bell
tinkled
outside
there
.
’
Morning
,
Mr
Mellors
!
Registered
letter
!
’
’
Oh
ay
!
Got
a
pencil
?
’
’
Here
y
’
are
!
’
There
was
a
pause
.
’
Canada
!
’
said
the
stranger
’
s
voice
.
