Sandy sat holding Dickon on his knee, smoothing his darkhair, trying to hush his sobs; he felt like crying himself. 'He looked at her; she saw shock, hurt, anger, and -- mostpleasing of all - jealousy. their chainsaws, their diggers, which trees to hack down first, whichfoundations to sink into which slaughtered piece ofwoodland. Whydidn't I think of that? Only thing is, she might just tear itup.
It was all because of ahandkerchief, Tom. If only Mrs Muirhead - andthen she remembered. And she had a little daughter who died at nine months. 'Really? Which regiment?''DCLI.
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