The truck moves slowly off, silence in the fields around, and Blenkinsop turns to face Maltravers with wide eyes and hope - wild wild hope - bubbling up, ready to escape.
"We're going home," he whispers, and the look of sheer joy on Maltravers' face mirrors his own.
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The truck moves slowly off, silence in the fields around, and Blenkinsop turns to face Maltravers with wide eyes and hope - wild wild hope - bubbling up, ready to escape.
"We're going home," he whispers, and the look of sheer joy on Maltravers' face mirrors his own.