The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. ‘She won’t like it,’ prophesied the captain gloomily. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. "I don't know what his idea was.
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