Although it was after midnight, Rupert looked across to the north side and cursed in irritation to see half the lights in the house blazing. I’ll have some cornflakes. “Who’s that?” said the shotputter. Just able to look over the half-door was one of his pupils, Fenella Maxwell, her face as freckled as a robin’s egg, her flaxen hair already escaping from its elastic bands.
”“Three cheers for Bull and Revenge. Leaping forward, Helen retrieved a Rockingham Dalmation from Tab’s predatory fingers. An operation was needed to sort it out. Fen tucked her frozen hands in his blond mane, clinging to him for warmth, letting him carry her.
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