John Constable Wivenhoe Park

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And then they faded again.
They were replaced by a squeaking noise from the next room. She pushed aside her boiled egg and waddled into the kitchen and selected a heavy frying pan. She waved it through the air once or twice, getting the heft of it, and then crept towards the crystal under its hood.
Raising the pan ready to swat anything unpleasant, she twitched aside the cover.
The ball was turning slowly round and round on its stand. Evadne watched it for a while. Then she drew the curtains, eased her weight down on the chair, took a deep breath and said, ‘ Is there anybody through the bead curtain.The sound was coming from under the severe, no-l It would say, for example, that you would shortly undergo a painful bowel movement. nonsense hessian cover of her crystal ball.Evadne went back