
Gideon readjusts his collar, turning from the fireplace, and very carefully dabs up the long streak of expelled tea on the carpet extending directly away from his armchair. He sits once more, takes a sip, and begins to crochet instead.
The fire burns merrily.
The fire burns merrily.
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