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It was past ten before Cyril returned home very wet and cross into the bargin.
Helen saw at a glance what she might expect, so she carefully made up the fire and set a nice hot supper on the table.
"How tired you look dear" she said as she helped him off with his over coat.
"Well I suppose I do" replied Cyril crossly.
"Did you find your