Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. Stanley took mustard savagely. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. “You are absurd,” she declared. ‘Assuming she can prove her identity, does Remenham House belong to her?’ Mrs Sindlesham shifted her shoulders. Natives are queer. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. Once I banged on the door so hard I split it in two.
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