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She sat and talked to him, quietly and gently, as she hadheard you should. She closed her eyes, swallowed hard. They were sitting in a pub just offthe Fulham Road. eet again: a hugeman called Carlton, and his wife Betty, a stocky Brummiecalled Bob Macintosh and his rather tarty redhead of a wife,Maureen.
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