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have been new once. But it was still strange to see the old-fashioned box looking as bright and new as something you might buy in a toy shop.
Mostly, however, the living room was full of packing cases, piled two or three high in all the available floor space.
“Just sling it by the fireplace, Frank,” the young man was saying. “Thanks awfully. Will you two be all right with the other one? I—”
“Atherton!”
The man jumped. A woman had appeared from somewhere and was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a long, dark-green dress, and black boots, and her brown hair was done up in a complicated hairstyle on top of her head. She was
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