Jeremy at Crale

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Hugh Walpole

Jeremy at Crale

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He turned once more to the window. It was a lovely, early autumn day. Soft, white clouds hovered lazily about a sky shining with sun. The tips of the trees against the horizon shaded in shadowy orange over a blue so faint that it was scarcely any colour at all.

But Jeremy didn’t bother about the day. Someone was coming into the nearest Fives Court. It might be Bates, and wasn’t that “Bunch” Halleran?

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