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doesn’t count for more than senile vanity.....” She paused, exhausted.
“There’s more to it than that.”
“There is something else.”
“What?”
“Now, Pobble, you have to take this calmly. For your own good, not for mine. I’m used to violence, God knows. If you had been poor the police would have been after you for the way you’ve knocked me about all these years. I can take it; but you, Pobble, you are at an age when it might be dangerous. So keep quite calm and I’ll tell you. I’m engaged to be married.”
It was not a shock; it was not a surprise. It was what Basil had expected. “Rot,” he said.
“I happen to be in love. You must know what that means. You must have been in love once—with mummy or someone.”
“Rot. And dammit, Babs, don’t blub. If you think you’re old enough to be in love, you’re old enough not to blub.”
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