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The car lurched along at a snail's crawl, the left-front mudguard banging and scraping against the tire, occasionally scraping against the road itself.
Lord whistled tunelessly as he fought the steering wheel.
He seemed very pleased with himself, as though some intricate scheme was working out exactly as he had planned.
Along with this self-satisfaction, however, Joyce sensed a growing tension.
It poured out of him like an electric current, a feeling that the muscles and nerves of his fine-drawn body were coiling for action, and that that action would be all that he anticipated.
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