The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. In those revolutionary times one had to be prepared. He munched his popcorn steadily, periodically offering it to her, but not his Coke, as that would be too bold, a saliva exchange. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes.
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