From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. She covered herself with her arms. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. ’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. “Come in. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed.
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