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Wells and his wife have had dinner together- they do that quite often- but she's gone now, back upstairs to the library. He's going to head for somewhere out of the way soon; he's got a heavy bag, a sixty-pound model, and he's in the mood for pounding on it 'til his knuckles bleed.

Use gloves? Surely you jest...

In the meantime, he's available, if you want to talk to him.