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"I shan't be able to give you a game this morning, squire," Sir Clinton explained at breakfast next day. "I've got another engagement."
He glanced towards Mme. Laurent-Desrousseaux's empty seat at the adjoining table, and suppressed a grin as he saw the expression on Wendover's face.