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Eve, waiting at the Camber cross-roads under the shadow of a yew that grew in the hedgerow, saw an arm of light sweep slowly down the open road before her, the glare of Canterton's headlights as his car rounded the wooded corner about a quarter of a mile from the Fernhill gates.
She remained in the shadow till she was sure that it was Canterton, and that he was alone.