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As promised, some more of what happened to the Bride's boys on holiday in France.
Orlando Coppersmith’s expression as he picked up the post from the mat was what Jonty Stewart would have referred to—in his more colloquial moments—as a dead giveaway. He stood transfixed, turning the stiff, light green envelope over in his hands.
“From the Bailiffs, is it, Orlando? Or has the Vice-Chancellor found you out at last?”
“No.” Orlando passed the letter across. “It’s from France.”
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Orlando Coppersmith’s expression as he picked up the post from the mat was what Jonty Stewart would have referred to—in his more colloquial moments—as a dead giveaway. He stood transfixed, turning the stiff, light green envelope over in his hands.
“From the Bailiffs, is it, Orlando? Or has the Vice-Chancellor found you out at last?”
“No.” Orlando passed the letter across. “It’s from France.”
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