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Later in the evening Joe tapped at his door and was bidden to enter. Vernon was sitting, sprawled out in a chair. The book on musical instruments lay on the floor beside him. + 

тАЬHullo, Joe. God, what a beastly evening!тАЭ + 

тАЬDid you mind it so much?тАЭ + 

тАЬDidnтАЩt you? ItтАЩs all wrong. What an ass Uncle Sydney is. Those idiotic jokes! ItтАЩs all so cheap.тАЭ + 

тАЬHтАЩm,тАЭ said Joe. She sat down thoughtfully on the bed and lit a cigarette. + 

тАЬDonтАЩt you agree?тАЭ + 

тАЬYesтБатАФat least I do in a way.тАЭ + 

тАЬSpit it out,тАЭ said Vernon encouragingly. + 

тАЬWell, what I mean is, theyтАЩre happy enough.тАЭ + 

тАЬWho?тАЭ + 

тАЬAunt Myra. Uncle Sydney. Enid. TheyтАЩre a united happy lot, thoroughly content with one another. ItтАЩs we who are wrong, Vernon. You and I. WeтАЩve lived here all these yearsтБатАФbut we donтАЩt belong. ThatтАЩs whyтБатАФweтАЩve got to get out of it.тАЭ + 

Vernon nodded thoughtfully. + 

тАЬYes, Joe, youтАЩre right. WeтАЩve got to get out of it.тАЭ He smiled happily, because the way was so clear. Twenty-oneтБатАКтБатАж Abbots PuissantsтБатАКтБатАж Music. + 