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"Mrs. Trapes," said Ravenslee, laying aside the book he had been reading and letting his glance wander across smooth lawns and clipped yew hedges, "Mrs. Trapes, what about that stewed shin of beef with carrots and onions you prepared for -- our wedding supper?"
"Which," said Mrs. Trapes, glancing up from her everlasting knitting, "which you never stopped to eat."