He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. "Mother, I come to you. ‘Have you any more pretty toys like that knife about you?’ ‘The girl’s a regular arsenal,’ Hilary snapped, giving up into his senior’s hand the nasty little weapon he had snatched. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. Such pretty manners, she thought.
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