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"TOMMY, old
thing!" |
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"Tuppence, old
bean!"
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The
two young people greeted each other affectionately, and
momentarily blocked the Dover Street Tube exit in doing so.
The adjective "old" was misleading. Their united
ages would certainly not have totalled forty-five.
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"Not seen you for simply
centuries," continued the young man. |
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"Where
are you off to? Come and chew a bun with
me. We're getting a bit unpopular here -blocking
the gangway as it were. Let's get out of it." |
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The girl assenting, they started walking down Dover Street towards
Piccadilly. |
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"Now
then," said Tommy, "where shall we go?" |
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The very faint anxiety which underlay his tone did not escape the
astute ears of Miss Prudence Cowley, known to her intimate friends
for some mysterious reason as "Tuppence." She
pounced at once. |
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"Tommy, you're
stony!" |
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"Not a bit of
it," declared Tommy unconvincingly. "Rolling in cash." |
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"You always were a shocking liar," said Tuppence
severely, "though you did once persuade Sister
Greenbank that the doctor had offered you beer as a tonic,
but forgotten to write it on the chart. Do you remember? |
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Tommy chuckled. |
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"I should think
I did! Wasn't the old cat in a rage when she found out? Not
that she was a bad sort really, old Mother Greenbank! Good
old hospital -demobbed like everything else, I suppose?" |
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Tuppence sighed. |
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Tommy nodded. |
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"Two months ago." |
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