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"
You
do
n't
fool
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
what
Drogheda
and
Mum
mean
to
you
.
"
Justine
clenched
her
hands
in
her
lap
but
did
n't
answer
him
.
"
Do
you
mind
having
tea
with
some
friends
of
mine
this
afternoon
?
"
he
asked
when
they
had
arrived
.
"
I
rather
anticipated
things
by
accepting
for
you
already
.
They
're
so
anxious
to
meet
you
,
and
as
I
'm
not
a
free
man
until
tomorrow
,
I
did
n't
like
to
say
no
.
"
"
Prawn
!
Why
should
I
mind
?
If
this
was
London
I
'd
be
inundating
you
with
my
friends
,
so
why
should
n't
you
?
I
'm
glad
you
're
giving
me
a
look-see
at
the
blokes
in
the
seminary
,
though
it
's
a
bit
unfair
to
me
,
is
n't
it
?
Hands
off
the
lot
of
them
.
"
She
walked
to
the
window
,
looked
down
at
a
shabby
little
square
with
two
tired
plane
trees
in
its
paved
quadrangle
,
three
tables
strewn
beneath
them
,
and
to
one
side
a
church
of
no
particular
architectural
grace
or
beauty
,
covered
in
peeling
stucco
.
"
Dane
...
"
"
Yes
?
"
"
I
do
understand
,
really
I
do
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
.
"
His
face
lost
its
smile
.
"
I
wish
Mum
did
,
Jus
.
"
"
Mum
's
different
.
