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ng and every sign of delight by the pack, particularly a little blond peke, who wagged her tail and kissed him. “Come and help me undress her,” Rupert said to Janey, As he peeled off the black dress and the petticoat, Janey undid the pink bra. Bodkin, for whom Janey left a fiver. “Thank you very much,” he said politely.

Stuck in a holiday traffic jam on the way back to Penscombe, Helen couldn’t resist looking at the photographs. ”Rupert laughed. ”“I want to write a diary from the country, rather like The 433 Diary of a Provincial Lady,” protested Janey. On the draped grand piano were photographs one of Rupert’s mother as a deb and others of several men in uniform who were presumably replacement fathers.