er  remotely t t it mighe eye.

    Emmeline, at t of tairs,  ago, yet tant er appeared in all opped crying and stared, apparently placated, as t and piled  had appeared before her.

    ‘o see you,“ said er, coming doairs. ”Now, who are you? Adeline or Emmeline?“

    Emmeline, openmout.

    ‘No matter,“ ter? ould soo?“

    ‘Yum,“ said Emmeline, and I didn’t kno er .

    er looked around, seeking tain appeared to  a curtain, for after a cursory glance surned all tention to Emmeline. “Come  of . It o a  glinted tantalizingly in t.

    It did trick. “S kno  could —back to tchen.

    In tain my o anger. er and  or all over again. It was love.

    t  nig ory.

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    itermination, s ions tants er not ter came as a spring-cleaning miracle. For ty years t of tes of dust caug. Notle feet paced out tes and ter, tes were gone.

    After cleanliness came order, and t to feel tour. S from bottom to top, tutting and fro a single cupboard or alcove t escaped tention; ebook in inized every room, noting damp patctling esting doors and floorboards for squeaks, trying old keys in old locks, and labeling t doors locked be  “going over,” a preparatory stage to