“The twins were left with his sister, Cris. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. I don’t want to bother you, of course. So this was what it was all about. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. For if Gerald had indeed gone to see this Prudence, it was better to wait for his report. Beyond was another door, on which was painted in black letters: MR. Sheppard. None this end.
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