[…] we covered the hundred yards to the lawn where the tea table awaited us. […] Only Bobbie was present when we arrived at the trough. Wilbert and Phyllis were presumably still in the leafy glade, and Mrs Cream, Bobbie said, worked in her room every afternoon on her new spine-freezer and seldom knocked off for a cuppa.

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Henry lays a shilling down on the wet bar towel at the Lass, asks Murwillumbah Marie for some ship′s biscuits or cheese but they don't do them on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays any more, and he brings back two cold, foaming Bishop Barkers.

Now, Mademoiselle, says Mr. Bucket, in a cool determined way, you go and sit down upon that sofy.