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Cook took a few more turns round the floor, then as the song ended she walked back over to the table where Lithmire sat and plopped herself down in a chair. ‘Goodness, that was fun!’
She noticed he was looking a little uncomfortable and asked if perhaps he would like to go back to the kitchen. She was going to set out the supplies for making bread for the next morning.
‘I hate to be a wet blanket on our pleasant evening,’ she said to him. ‘But I have to get up quite early, and so must be off to bed.’
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