[The Hermit of Far End by Margaret Pedler]@TWC D-Link bookThe Hermit of Far End CHAPTER V 9/14
And Miss Molly, she's not home--she's away to Oldhampton." "But--but----" stammered Sara.
"They're expecting me, surely? I'm Miss Tennant," she added by way of explanation. "Miss Tennant! Sakes alive!" The woman threw up her hands, staring at Sara with an almost comic expression, halting midway between bewilderment and horror.
"If that isn't just the way of them," she went on indignantly, "never mentioning that 'twas to-day you were coming--and no sheets aired to your bed and all! The master, he never so much as named it to me, nor Miss Molly neither.
But please to come in, miss--" her outraged sense of hospitality infusing a certain limited cordiality into her tones. The woman led the way into a sitting-room that opened off the hall, standing aside for Sara to pass in, then, muttering half-inaudibly, "You'll be liking a cup of tea, I expect," she disappeared into the back regions of the house, whence a distant clattering of china shortly gave indication that the proffered refreshment was in course of preparation. Sara seated herself in a somewhat battered armchair and proceeded to take stock of the room in which she found herself.
It tallied accurately with what the hall had led her to expect.
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