The whiplash effect was appalling. “What d’you want?” she asked in a choked voice. Are you feeling all right?”“Fine,” said Fen, clinging onto the wing of the fence. She must concentrate.
“You might even finish it by the time we get through customs. ”Immediately one of the yellow-coated men leapt forward and peered into the cab. Fooling around, pretending to shy at the crowd, bucking and getting up to all sorts of antics between fences, he nevertheless went clear, kicking up his heels in a sort of equine V-sign. “Truly?” she gasped.
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