’ ‘The horse?’ echoed Melusine. No, none at all. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday.
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