Who prepared her meals? Loneliness of the Beast; all the time she stayed there, she saw no evidence of another human prese the trays of food had arrived on a dumb waiter ihe mahogany cupboard in her parlour. Dinner was eggs Be and grilled veal; she ate it as she browsed in a book she had found in the rosewood revolving bookcase, a colle of courtly and elegant French fairy tales about white cats who were transformed princesses and fairies who were birds. Then she pulled a sprig of muscat grapes from a fat bunch for her dessert and found herself yawning; she discovered she was bored. At that, the spaook hold of her skirt with its velvet mouth and gave a firm but geug. She allowed the dog to trot before her to the study in which her father had beeertained and there, to her well-disguised dismay, she found her host, seated beside the fire with a tray of coffee at his elbow from which she must pour.
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