5/22/2023 0 Comments The borrowers avenged![]() ![]() Pomfret who opened the door, a little flushed, her hair awry. She pulled back her shoulders, regaining some of her courage, and pushed the bell. Yet what she had to tell him was perfectly honest and straightforward. Pomfret had always been so kind, she dreaded now to forfeit his respect. ![]() ![]() She felt a little shaky as she put out her hand towards the bell: dear Mr. For some reason, her errand-which two days before had appeared the only right and sensible course-suddenly seemed less so. Miss Menzies usually found this disarming, but as she walked down the path on this particular drizzly autumn afternoon (October 3, 1911, to be exact), the glassy-eyed teddy bears and lop-eared rabbits staring down through the panes above somehow failed to comfort her. The window sills of the flat above the police station were always strewn with furry toys. He was married to a small, bustling woman-as fair as he was dark-and they had one very large, quiet baby. Pomfret does not really much like being a policeman. Pomfret, the village constable at Little Fordham, was a thin young man with very soft, brown eyes (Miss Menzies often said he looked wistful). ![]()
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