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The collective mood lifted as they retired to the music room for the evening’s entertainment. Bruno put a record on the gramophone, and soon the sounds of George Fornby’s Fanlight Fanny tinkled across the wood floors. For Fina and Ruby, it brought back memories of their adventures in a London nightclub earlier that year.
Clive Studmarsh sauntered over to the trio, who were ensconced in sofas near the fireplace. He sat on the arm of one sofa next to Pixley, opposite Fina and Ruby. Crossing his legs, he ran his finger absently over the scar near his eyebrow. Connor, thought Fina with a pang. One summer, perhaps ten years ago, she and her brother had gone to the seaside with their cousin. Connor, in his easy-going, somewhat devil-may-care, manner, had clambered onto a rock and dived into
