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personal, it's political," Jumpy emphasized, adding, as he got up to leave, "Urn, there's a public meeting about it tomorrow. Pamela and I have to go; please, I mean if you'd like, if you'd be interested, that is, come along if you want."
"You asked him to go with us?" Pamela was incredulous. She had started to feel nauseous most of the time, and it did nothing for her mood. "You actually did that without consulting me?" Jumpy looked crestfallen. "Doesn't matter, anyhow," she let him off the hook. "Catch _him_ going to anything like _that_."
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In the morning, however, Saladin presented himself in the hall, wearing a smart brown suit, a camel coat with a silk collar, and a rather natty brown homburg hat. "Where are you off to?" Pamela, in turban, army--surplus leather jacket and tracksuit bottoms that revealed the incipient thickening of her middle, wanted to know. "Bloody Ascot?" "I believe I was invited to a meeting," Saladin answered in his least combative manner, and Pamela freaked. "You want to be careful," she warned