It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. “Gellett,” he called, “just come and clear up a mess, will you? I’ve smashed some things. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. ’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park.
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