“Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next pound, Sydney. The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that of another. “Let me see,” he said. Almost the best of all. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily.
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