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She met Frank in London Court. She was standing beneath the clock watching a throng of city workers and tourists wander up and down the narrow thoroughfare of small shops and cafes. All the buildings had mock Tudor façades, replete with dovecotes, gabled rooves and weathercocks, crenelated towers and wrought-iron gates, and gargoyles, shields, crests and statues. Nothing, it seemed, was missing from that homage to an Elizabethan history Australia never experienced. An elaborate and expensive folly, but one undeniably attractive. At the first stroke of seven a gathering of tourists gazed at the clock above her head. She looked up as four mechanised knights moved around the clock face.
Frank was considerably shorter and older than his photograph suggested. Even at a distance of about
