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George Abbershaw stood in front of the fireplace in his bedroom and looked down into the fast-greying embers amongst which some red sparks still glowed, and hesitated irresolutely. In ten minutes he was to meet Meggie and Anne Edgeware in the garden. He had until then to make up his mind.
He was not a man to do anything impulsively, and the problem which faced him now was an unusual one.