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own to Richard III's account. Another little item on that account won't be noticed, it seems to me.'
He must ask Marta when next she looked in if she too knew about this Tyrrel. Her general knowledge was not very great, but she bad been educated very expensively at a highly approved school and perhaps some of it had stuck.
But the first visitor to penetrate from die outside world proved to be Sergeant Williams; large and pink and scrubbed-looking; and for a little Grant forgot about battles long ago and considered wide boys alive today. Williams sat planted on die small bard visitors' chair, his knees apart and his pale blue eyes blinking like a con' tented cat's in die light from die window, and Grant regarded him with affection. It was pleasant to talk shop again; to use that elliptical, allusive speech that one uses only with another of one's trade. It was pleasant to hear the professional gossip, to talk professional politics; to learn who was on the mat and who was on the skids.
'The Super sent his regards,' Williams said as he got up to go, 'and said if there was anything be could do for you to let him know.' His eyes, no longer dazzled by the light
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