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It was well past dusk when he trudged up the path that led to the camp and found Ada on the watch at the outskirts of the copse, uneasy at the thought of dark alone.
"You 'ave been a time," she reproached him sulkily. "The 'ole blessed day-since breakfus. I was beginnin' to think you'd gone and got lost and I've 'ad the fair 'ump sittin' 'ere by myself and listenin' to them owls. I 'ate their beastly screechin'; it gives me the creeps."