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"Good, this is the Rampage. And there, look,
there's the highway. Can you move? Let's get out of this
rain." Relieved, she helped him up.
"It isn't raining rain," he laughed. "It's raining violets."
"Hush, Richard."
Coffee and after-dinner drinks at the Ransoms'
were served in their living room.
"One lump or two?" asked Priss.
"Five," said aged William Bredforet, who was too
old for moderation.
"My dear child, is there something in your eye? It
looks so inflamed." Father Highwick peered down at
the pretty Asian maid, who thrust a large tray of apricot
wafers into his hands, then rushed tearfully out of the
room. "Heavens," he said to his host. "Your girl seems
upset, Ernest."
"Yes, I'm sorry. She's only temporary. Some B and
B, Sloan?
Here, I'll take that tray."
"Somebody got her pregnant, that's my bet," said
old Mr. Bredforet loudly. "I had an Oriental girl myself