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Macdonald blinked in the bright light of the shelter: he lifted his load of clothing on to Mr. Rameses’ other shoulder and saw the big stout man waddle away towards his wife—she was having a comfortable snooze in a corner. Mrs. Maloney was a little farther away, nursing somebody’s baby. She grinned up at Macdonald when she saw him.
“Never been in one o’ these places before. I like ’ome comforts,” she said. “What about me feather bed? You didn’t bring it along by any chance?”