She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. There was no answer, just grunting, so she repeated the question in Latin, then in Greek, to which Rhea responded. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence.
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