‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. Perhaps it was just as well there was no inherited memory. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room, but did I show you the basement?” He asked. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. After a series of mental gymnastics—occupying the space of a few seconds—it came to him with a shock that here was a new specimen of the species.
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