It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. He stood before her. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. “All my dreadful scientific things,” said Ann Veronica.
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