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Lowndes, Marie Adelaide Belloc, 1868-1947

"The Chink in the Armour"


Sylvia secretly wondered how the Wachners could bear to leave the garden,
which might have been made so pretty with a little care, in such a state
of neglect and untidiness. Even the path leading up to the side of the
house, where jutted out a mean-looking door, was covered with weeds.
But Madame Wachner was evidently very pleased with her temporary home,
and quite satisfied with its surroundings.
"It is a pretty 'ouse, is it not?" she asked in English, and smiling
broadly. "And only one thousand francs, furnished, for the 'ole season!"
Sylvia quickly made a mental calculation. Forty pounds? Yes, she supposed
that was very cheap--for Lacville.
"We come in May, and we may stay till October," said Madame Wachner,
still speaking in a satisfied tone. "I made a bargain with a woman from
the town. She comes each morning, cooks what I want, and does the
'ousework. Often we 'ave our dejeuner out and dine at 'ome, or we dine
close to the Casino--just as we choose. Food is so dear in France, it
makes little difference whether we stay at 'ome or not for meals.


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