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She
set
the
two
cups
on
the
table
;
there
were
only
two
.
’
Will
you
have
a
cup
of
tea
?
’
she
said
.
’
If
you
like
.
Sugar
’
s
in
th
’
cupboard
,
an
’
there
’
s
a
little
cream
jug
.
Milk
’
s
in
a
jug
in
th
’
pantry
.
’
’
Shall
I
take
your
plate
away
?
’
she
asked
him
.
He
looked
up
at
her
with
a
faint
ironical
smile
.
’
Why
.
.
.
if
you
like
,
’
he
said
,
slowly
eating
bread
and
cheese
.
She
went
to
the
back
,
into
the
pent
-
house
scullery
,
where
the
pump
was
.
On
the
left
was
a
door
,
no
doubt
the
pantry
door
.
She
unlatched
it
,
and
almost
smiled
at
the
place
he
called
a
pantry
;
a
long
narrow
white
-
washed
slip
of
a
cupboard
.
But
it
managed
to
contain
a
little
barrel
of
beer
,
as
well
as
a
few
dishes
and
bits
of
food
.
She
took
a
little
milk
from
the
yellow
jug
.
’
How
do
you
get
your
milk
?
’
she
asked
him
,
when
she
came
back
to
the
table
.
’
Flints
!
They
leave
me
a
bottle
at
the
warren
end
.
You
know
,
where
I
met
you
!
’
But
he
was
discouraged
.
She
poured
out
the
tea
,
poising
the
cream
-
jug
.
’
No
milk
,
’
he
said
;
then
he
seemed
to
hear
a
noise
,
and
looked
keenly
through
the
doorway
.
’
’
Appen
we
’
d
better
shut
,
’
he
said
.
’
It
seems
a
pity
,
’
she
replied
.
’
Nobody
will
come
,
will
they
?
’
