“You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. Then he went on: “—and, indeed, to most of the established things in life is, frankly, unsatisfactory. Pews had been brought in and set in two rows before the huge table, covered in white cloth, that formed the altar at the far end. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house.
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