This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion.
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