“Sorry,” said Miss Snodgrass laconically. “My watch must be losing.— Well, I suppose I can begin by marking Laura Rambotham down late.— What on earth are you standing there holding the door for?”
As Dr. Gerald's voice died away, the strains of 'Love's Young Dream' floated out from the distant end of the building.
A horn-book gives, of gingerbread;详情 ➢
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