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INTO my dusty bedroom, where the morning light was reflected on the back wall, Mrs Beauchamp entered with the breakfast tray at times which tended to get later. Breakfast itself had reached an irreducible minimum, a small pot of tea and a biscuit.
‘I do what I can, Mr Eliot,' said Mrs Beauchamp, not apologetically but with soft and soothing pride.