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The next morning dawned propitious, and Vane, as he drove his / two-seater through the park to Ashley Gardens, sang to himself under / his breath. He resolutely shut his eyes to the hurrying streams of / khaki and blue and black passing in and out of huts and Government / buildings. They simply did not exist; they were an hallucination, and / if persisted in might frighten the mascot.
Joan was waiting for him when he drove up at half-past nine, with Binks / sitting importantly on the seat beside him.