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Erica stood on the brake and brought her disreputable little car to a standstill. She then backed it the necessary yards, and stopped again.
She inspected with interest the sole of a man's boot, visible in the grass and gorse, and then considered the wide empty landscape and the mile-long straight of chalky lane with its borders of speedwell and thrift, shining in the sun.