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I would have drunk, he answered without hesitation, and then withaffectionate pride, You know, Mater, you really are a crackerjack. Verylikely you would, Blaine had agreed. He was wearing dark suit trousers and a white shirt with the white tieof his office. Uncle Tromp stood behind the sombre stinkwood desk, leaning on clenchedfists that were placed in the centre of the blotter.

Blaine never lookedback once, and when he disappeared over the top, Shasa felt suddenlyabandoned and bereft. Let it be so, old grandfather. He lifted the rifle to his shoulder with asingle fluid movement and his eye went naturally to the aperture of thelens. She must retain his enthusiasm intact and never jadehim.