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Nan came into the room, her dark eyes blinking against the gaslight, her small round face pale and smutty. She bent to kiss Pamela, then curled herself up in a wicker chair and yawned.
"The night is damp and dirty. No, no food, thanks. I've dined. After dinner I was bored, so I came along to pass the time. When are you taking your holidays, both of you? It's time."