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Show 196 waking the Club attendant to finish the evening there, though most often they sattled in at Smead's, where they drank until the early hours, recounting their GBgek* exploits, moving out from that to those of past years, then to younger days, many of which revealed escapades from legality or accounts of the comeuppance of someone who, for reasons unclear, seemed to have displeased them, Mrs Satterwhite watched the new development with sardonic pleasure. She might detest Smead, but he could do no harm to her plans, and by cementing Curtis's attachment to Oji, only help. So she hid her opinion of Smead, and queried her brother, whenever the opportunity arose, in carefully cheerful tones, "Is the fishing good?" The Gensral grunted, "The hunting?" "Mm," "The .., whatever it is, I hear you and Smead have gone out on your own." Long alerted to sisterly prying, Greaves merely took another drink, "Smead's had a hard time here. Maybe he's told you." "Mentioned it. Something to do with the Detachments." "Right. They treated him abominably, Marie one accusation right after the other." Curtis raised a bleak eye. "Why didn't Marvin take 'em apart?" |