The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. Ann Veronica stared for a moment in amazement at this dark-green object that clashed as it was put down. “All the time he is shouting and muttering. I shall have to discover one suitable. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face.
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