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The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. She felt that she had passed a difficult corner, and that now she could go on talking with him again, just as she had been used to do before she understood what was the matter with her. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. Over these boards the two arms of a guide-post serve to direct the wayfarer—on the right hand to the neighbouring villages of Neasdon and Kingsbury, and on the left to the Edgeware Road and the healthy heights of Hampstead. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk.
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