‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. He talked very little and rather absently.
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