Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door. Meantime the spinsters sought the dining room where tea was being served. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. And empty.
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