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Even More Consequences From A Call - Chapter 7

May 05, 2020 02:17PM
I know this is a few days early, but I got an entire chapter written on Saturday. If this keeps up, I will try probably post another one on Saturday.


I know I do not say it enough, but thank you to my beta Alida who helped me find those mistakes I passed over because I have read it so many times and know what I want it to say.


I am getting to the point in my outline where I have less specific details planned out. Please feel free to make suggestions of where you would like to see the story go. ????








Chapter 7


Dower House, Surrey
Monday, December 17, 1810



Phoebe Dobbs was enjoying a mid-day meal whilst thinking about how her life had changed since her beloved husband James passed away from palsy a fortnight ago. James never tried to hide the fact that he was of a weaker constitution. His condition had deteriorated rapidly. The physician said he would be dead before two months were out, but her dearest James had survived another five.


They were both overjoyed when their sons, Alfred and Harold, were born healthy. Her eldest son, Alfred, while physically stronger than her husband, had little of his father’s character. That wife of his, Cynthia, was flouting propriety by accepting morning calls while the family was in deep mourning. Alfred refused to order his wife to strict mourning protocols, even allowing her to wear half mourning colors immediately claiming they had been working through their grief for five months already. The new Viscountess Dobbs was eager to take her place as mistress of the leading estate in the area.


“My Lady, a personal messenger has arrived,” her butler said.


“Where is the letter?”


“He refuses to give it to me. It is most irregular, but he insists he has instructions to place it directly in your hands.”


“Show him in,” Phoebe ordered. She was surprised to see a young man, barely old enough to be called such, dressed more finely than some gentlemen. “Well, young man. You have my attention.”


“My name is Alfred Reynolds, Alfie,” the young man introduced himself while bowing. “I apologize for interrupting your refreshments, however my master was quite adamant I deliver this letter directly into your hands.”


“It is nice to meet you, Alfred. That is the name of my eldest son,” she said with a smile. “I am the Dowager Viscountess Dobbs. I do not believe I have ever seen you before and you are not wearing livery. Who is your master and why is he writing to someone he has not been introduced to?”


“Ah, but my master did not write the letter, Lady Dobbs, that distinction is to be given to your nephew, Mr. Hurst,” Alfie responded with a grin.


“Distinction? My goodness, you are well educated for a servant,” she stated, surprised.


“My master takes prodigiously good care of everyone on his estate. My family has worked for his for generations. He noticed my aptitude for learning and offered to sponsor me at university. When I declined, he gave me a position as his messenger because I enjoy travelling.”


“A word with four syllables? That brings us back to my previous question, rather quickly. Who is your master?”


“I have very clear instructions, my Lady. I am to deliver this letter to you and wait for a response,” Alfie said before handing her a letter.


Phoebe was uncertain why her nephew was being so secretive, but decided to read his letter.


Aunt Phoebe,


I do believe you are quite put out with me right now. Who is this lad to demand an audience with you? Why, he would not even tell you his master’s name!


In all seriousness, I was surprised and concerned when I read your recent letter. I never would have thought Alfred so uncaring that he would allow his wife to disregard mourning for his father.


My last letter informed you that I was staying at a friend’s estate for my mourning. His sister, more than twelve years his junior, has been granted permission to end her schooling and stay at their estate. I imagine your brow is furrowed wondering if there is proper chaperonage with me in residence.


I have a proposal that will benefit all of us. I was given a guest room in an out of the way part of the house. I learn estate matters from my friend in the morning, we exercise after tea, and most nights I take a tray in my room for dinner. My suite is very quiet and our schedule allows me time to read and think about my life. The biggest advantage is how soothing it is. Just being here has allowed me to work through a lot of my grief and guilt.


Would you like to join us? If you agree, my friend will assign you rooms next to mine. Alfie arrived in a carriage and will escort you to my friend’s townhouse in London tomorrow and then to the estate. You will be able to properly mourn without battling Cousin Cynthia’s need to flaunt her new position to the local society and it will give us a proper chaperone.


Also, my friend’s sister is quiet and lacked feminine companionship while growing up. I know how much you wanted a daughter, which I believe is part of the reason you dote on Grace so much. If you get on well, would you like the opportunity to guide a motherless young lady through her come out? Do I ask too much? I rather think it would be a dream come true.


Unfortunately, I know my cousin’s wife too well. I apologize for being so vague, but if Cousin Cynthia were to figure out where I was staying, she would have no scruples in spreading gossip which would ultimately get back to my in-laws, who seem to think I am obligated to continue housing them.


Say you will come, even if it is just for the rest of your mourning. I am worried for you.


Reginald Hurst


PS


Please arrange accommodations for Alfie and the carriage driver. I told my friend you would be happy to see to their care overnight even if you decline the invitation.



“Well, young man, it would seem as though your master is well known in the first circles,” Phoebe said. “Oh, come now, do not look so surprised. My nephew is being too careful, is afraid my daughter-in-law will spread gossip, and is being housed in a remote area of the house? If I agree, you will escort me to my nephew?”


“Yes, my Lady.”


“When would I know the name of my host?” Phoebe asked.


“Should you accept, I have an invitation for you from my master.”


“Your master has a townhouse in London, an estate, and a much younger sister who will not be returning to school?”


“Yes, she was very excited when her brother agreed she could stay home.”


Phoebe looked at the young man carefully. “You seem to know her well.”


“That is correct, my Lady. I took lessons with the miss and my aunt. Mr... my master’s family feels it is very important their personal servants are well educated. There is no younger brother for me to become valet to, but he still encouraged me to join the ladies in the hopes I would become one of his footmen or perhaps the butler after my grandfather.”


“In the meantime, I am sure it eases his mind to have a trusted individual delivering his important messages. You took lessons with the daughter of the house and your aunt? Was your aunt the governess?”


“No, my Lady. My father is the eldest child and my aunt is the youngest. Grandmother says that Aunt Maggie was a surprise, I was born two years later. We grew up more like cousins along with the young miss, but she is my aunt.”


“Very well. Tell me about your master’s estate. Why does my nephew feel it is soothing?” As she listened to Alfie describe his home, she came to a decision. “All right, young man, I accept my nephew’s proposal.”


Phoebe read the invitation and burst into unladylike giggles. “Well, this certainly explains a few things.”


“The master arranged for us to stay in his London townhouse overnight. Will you be able to leave tomorrow morning?” Alfie asked. “If we depart early enough, you should have time to do some shopping in London.”


“I am an early riser young man and I would like to visit the shops before leaving for the north. Shall we plan to leave at dawn?”


“I will prepare everything for our departure,” Alfie said.


“I was invited to dine at the main house tonight. I will ask my maid to start packing my trunks right now. Would you like to load them onto the carriage tonight or in the morning?”


“It would be best to load them tonight,” Alfie answered.


~*~



Dower House, Surrey
Tuesday, December 18, 1810



Phoebe Dobbs slid her gloves onto her hands and addressed her maid. “Lucy, are you ready to begin our adventure?”


“Yes, my Lady. I am looking forward to finding out what our destination is.”


“We will talk in the carriage,” Phoebe responded thinking about dinner the previous evening. Her son was not happy with her decision to travel. Alfred had argued with her all throughout dinner and continued in the drawing room. Cynthia was oddly quiet, the only question she asked was whose estate she would be visiting.


When Phoebe refused to name the estate or the family she would be a guest of, Alfred started another round of complaints. When his voice started rising, she called for her carriage and left. He knew to send letters to his cousin’s townhouse. Other than that courtesy, she was a widow and dependent on no one.


Phoebe nodded to her butler to open the door, stepped outside, and saw her son dismount near the waiting carriage. It was unlike Alfred to be awake this early, she knew nothing good would come of this visit. With a sigh, she started walking towards him.


“You there, boy,” Alfred all but snarled at Alfie, “Where is my mother?”


“Lady Dobbs will be joining us shortly, my Lord,” Alfie responded respectfully with a bow.


“Where are you taking my mother? This carriage appears to be well made, but it has no crest. Who is your master? How dare he invite someone far above him in consequence to visit his estate. Does he plan to seduce and marry my mother? I warn you now, I will cut her off entirely!”


Phoebe was so shocked at the behavior of her son, she came to a complete stop.


“You do your mother an immense disservice!” Alfie said. “My master is the best of men. He would never prey on a widow. I have been sent for Lady Dobbs’ protection and I take my task seriously. I did not imagine I would have to protect her from her own relations. You will leave, now.”


“How dare you,” Alfred said. “Do you know who I am? One note from me, and you will be hung for kidnapping a gentlewoman.”


“Alfred!” she admonished loudly. She was momentarily amused by the look on Alfie’s face, he must have thought she was addressing him. “We went over this last night. I am not beholden to you! I do not answer to you and you have no ability to cut me off from anything.”


“I forbid it mother! You will not leave!”


“Forbid?” she said quietly. “The arrogance of that statement is unparalleled. Let me be rightly understood, I am going to visit your cousin and there is not a single thing you can do to stop me. Just try and interfere,” she said dangerously. “Alfie, we need to stop in the village and send a few expresses. The area magistrate and my solicitor need to know I have accepted an invitation from my nephew and am leaving with you voluntarily.”


“As you wish, my Lady,” Alfie said while bowing. “Are you ready to depart?”


“In a moment,” she said before turning to her now silent son. “You went too far, Alfred. To threaten this young man with death?”


“Mother, I am trying to protect you. It is easy for dishonourable men to prey on recent widows. They offer them the world and leave them penniless.”


“That is all you care about, is it not? Money?” she spat. “Lucy, go instruct the housekeeper to pack my belongings and send them to my townhouse,” she ordered. “Alfred, I will not be returning to the dower house.”


“You have nowhere else to go, I will not allow you to reside in my townhouse. Do you think Cousin Reginald will take you in? He may be willing to now, but he needs an heir and I doubt a new wife will want his aunt draining their estate’s resources,” Alfred responded spitefully.


“You assume too much,” she said. “Apparently, you are unaware that the townhouse belongs to me. I inherited it from my maternal grandmother, it is not part of the Dobbs holdings.”


“You are wrong, mother. Father’s will left all of the properties to me.”


“Believe what you want, but I suggest you read my marriage settlement,” she said. “My will is already written, but your actions today have made it clear I was correct in my decision. Harold is my heir. He will inherit my townhouse, dowry, and marriage settlement. It is past time he is made aware.”


“You cannot do this! The townhouse is mine.”


“No, it is not. A letter will be waiting for your brother as soon as his ship lands in England. Alfie, we may need to delay our trip by a day.”


“Of course, my lady. My master’s townhouse is at your disposal. Are you ready to leave?”


“Yes, Lucy is back from her task. The village is but two miles away. The butcher’s son is usually willing to make deliveries to the magistrate and we should be able to find an express rider going to town.”


Phoebe and Lucy were handed into the carriage by Alfie, and they left without a backward glance at her son.


“My Lady, I do not think your son will let the matter go, I am afraid he will send someone to follow us. We should have the express rider to stop at the Darcy and Hurst townhouses before your solicitor. When we arrive in town, we will complete your shopping first and one of the other carriages will take us to the townhouse when you are done.”


“Very well. I would not have thought to warn Reginald’s staff. Of course, that will be the first place Alfred goes.”


“Do not worry, my Lady. The housekeeper and butler are the only people who know where your nephew is. They are both loyal to him.”


~*~



Darcy Townhouse, London
Tuesday, December 18, 1810



Phoebe Dobbs was enjoying a glass of sherry after dinner while thinking about her day. Before the carriage had left her drive in Surrey, Alfie produced a traveling desk to write their notes before arriving in the village. Fortune shone on them when the butcher’s son was leaving for the magistrate’s estate with an order and happily delivered her note for a few coins and Alfie encountered an express rider he knew who was already on his way to London. With their notes safely and speedily on the way, within five minutes of entering the village, they continued to London.


Their first stop in London was her solicitor’s office where she was able to arrange her affairs in accordance with her wishes. Two letters were written, one to be delivered and one to sent to Portsmouth in the event Harold’s ship docked before the letter was delivered through the naval post system. Harold was twelve years old when he chose a career on water and was enrolled in The Royal Naval Academy. Eight years later, he was now a Lieutenant, thanks in small part to her husband’s political influence.


After her business was done, the travelling party stopped for tea and then spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. Phoebe had never spent a winter as far north as Derbyshire, but she had friends who lived in Lincolnshire and knew warmer clothes were needed. Alfie mentioned there was a capable seamstress in the village near Pemberley, so she concentrated on ready-made items such as gloves, sleepwear, and coats.


After shopping, they stopped at Hatchard’s bookstore. Alfie escorted her through the store, out the backdoor, and into another carriage. With how quickly they left Surrey, he thought it unlikely her son was able to have them followed, but was cautious anyway.


She was debating whether or not to search out a book in the library when Mrs. Smythe entered the room.


“Pardon, my Lady. A message was just delivered from your nephew’s townhouse and I believe you will want to read it straight away. I have asked my nephew and your maid to join us,” the housekeeper said as Alfie and Lucy walked in.


She read the note and handed it to Alfie and Lucy to read. “It seems you have an idea already in mind, Mrs. Smythe. Please inform us.”


“All of the servants from Darcy House, including Alfie, could be recognized. I suggest we send Alfie and Lucy in the master’s new unmarked carriage. Alfie will wear a large hat and stop a few townhouses away. Lucy will walk to the servant’s quarters, without leaving Alfie’s sight, and demand they return her servant. Do not make too much of a fuss or you may be remembered.”


“That is well thought out. Lucy, do you have anything to add?”


“No, my Lady. I agree completely,” Lucy said.


“Well, be off and hurry back.”


~*~



Hurst Townhouse, London
Tuesday, December 18, 1810



Grace Hurst nervously approached the servant’s entrance of her brother’s townhouse. She knew he was not in residence, but hoped Nanny Sara would allow her sanctuary until he could respond to a letter. Before knocking, she made sure the hood of her cloak was covering as much of her face as possible and kept her head down.


“What do ya want?”


“The housekeeper, she be expecting me,” Grace answered, trying to sound like a servant.


“You are lucky I was talking to Cook. I have no appointments this late...”


Grace raised her head slightly and saw Nanny Sara’s eyes widen.


“Back to work, the lot of you, this is none of your concern. I remember now, the housekeeper down the street arranged a late meeting so as not to interfere with your duties. Come along to my office. Nora, ask my husband to join me.”


Grace followed Nanny Sara, grateful that she played along.


“Miss Grace! What could have possessed you to show up, announced, late at night, and without an escort! Are you out of your senses?”


“Oh, Nanny Sara, I...” Grace could not help bursting into tears. As the arms of the woman who was more of a mother than her own closed around her, she cried out all of the fears that had been running through her mind. As she started to get herself under control, she heard the door open and close and a gasp.


“Good evening, Mr. Mayes. I apologize for arriving unexpectedly,” she said quietly.


“Miss Hurst?”


“Yes, dear. I believe she was just about to tell me what happened,” Nanny Sara said sternly.


Grace explained being called into her father’s study and his announcement. “You know my father. He will force me to marry the earl. I am certain he has paid the vicar to marry us regardless of what happened just in case I refuse to say ‘I do.’ Clara was invited to join her aunt, Lady Sheldon, for a shopping trip in town and they extended it to me too. I asked father if I could go to Clara’s for a few days, neglecting to mention the trip to London. In the bustle of our arrival in town, I managed to hire a hackney cab and sneak away. I know it was a big risk, but I am asking my brother for sanctuary until my birthday next month.”


“Your brother is not in residence. Actually, nobody is living here right now, he finally made those Bingley’s leave.”


“My dear, are you forgetting? I believe the master and his friend would both agree this is an urgent situation. I will send a note to the butler at the townhouse,” Mr. Mayes broke in. “I will be right back.”


“What are you forgetting? What butler at what townhouse? Why are you being so mysterious?” she asked.


“Miss Grace, even though none of the family are here, we think the walls may still have ears. Your brother ordered us to never say his friend’s name here,” Nancy Sara said. “You are in luck, though. Your Aunt Phoebe is in town.”


“Aunt Phoebe? She is in mourning and dislikes town,” she said, confused. “She always says it is too loud with grasping, fake people.”


“You know your brother is at a friend’s estate for his mourning?”


“Yes, Nanny Sara, I received a letter last week. It was postmarked from London, but Reginald told me he was staying a few days outside of London. He wanted to make sure I did not worry if there was a long delay in his responses.”


“Your Aunt Phoebe will be joining your brother so they may mourn together, quietly, without your cousin’s wife. She is staying overnight in the townhouse of your brother’s friend and starting her journey tomorrow.”


“And you were told to never say his friend’s name out loud? That is singular,” she commented.


“Ah, husband, you are back. Did you send a note?”


“Yes, we should have an answer shortly,” Mr. Mayes answered.


“Miss Hurst, would you like a tray of food?”


“Yes, Nanny Sara, that would be wonderful. I am hungry,” Grace said. She could not believe how everything was working out. It almost seemed as if the good Lord had his hand in the circumstances.


“I will be back shortly. Did you bring your trunk?” Nanny Sara asked.


“Yes, I left it just inside the back gate hidden by a tree. I thought it would be odd if I showed up with a fine trunk when I was trying to pass myself off as a servant.”


“That was very smart, Miss Grace,” Mr. Mayes said. “My dear, if you are going to get some food for her, you should be quick. I do not think it will take long for someone to collect Miss Grace.”


“I will get you some bread and cheese. My husband will be standing outside the door until I return should you need anything.”


“Thank you, Nanny Sara,” she said gratefully. After the housekeeper returned with a plate of food, the two ladies caught up on each other’s lives while Grace ate until a knock was heard. Grace was amazed when Mr. Mayes stepped aside to reveal her aunt’s maid.


“There you are, you worthless maid. I sent you down here to perform a simple errand and I find you chatting with the housekeeper and eating,” Lucy raged with a grin. “Unless you want to start looking for a new position, you had better follow me. I hope you do not think you will get a good reference from me.”


Grace was sure she had a huge smile on her face the entire time. She stood up, quietly thanked the couple for comforting and feeding her, put her cape back on to hide her face, and answered demurely, “Yes, madam. I apologize.”


She followed Lucy out of the house and down the walkway.


“Do you have any luggage, Miss Grace?”


“Yes, Lucy, my trunk is there,” Grace answered while discretely pointing. Her eyes widened when she saw the luxurious carriage Lucy was walking to.


“Alfie, Miss Grace has a trunk just inside the gate, to the left, hidden behind the tree,” Lucy told the carriage driver.


“I will come back and get it once you are safe with Lady Dobbs.”


Grace had no idea where they were going, it was dark and she was not very familiar with the streets of London. To her, it appeared as though they were not going in a straight line.


“I apologize for the long ride, ladies. I took a circuitous route to ensure we were not followed,” Alfie said as he was handing them down in the mews of a townhouse.


~*~



Darcy House, London
Tuesday, December 18, 1810



Phoebe Dobbs paced waiting for her niece to arrive. She wondered what could be taking them so long. If anything happened to Grace...


“Aunt Phoebe!” Grace said before rushing into her arms.


Phoebe guided her sobbing niece to the settee and comforted her. When Grace stopped crying, she took her face in her hands and said, “Grace Madeline Hurst, what were you thinking! You took an unbelievable risk. What could have possessed you to leave all your friends behind!”


“Father has promised me to Lord Camfield. We were to be married as soon as he arrived with a special license,” Grace said with panicked eyes.


“The Earl of Camfield? Is my brother out of his senses? How scandalous, he is in mourning for another four months, at least.”


“Yes, I pointed that out and father said the announcement would be put in the papers at a later date which said we were recently wed. You understand now why I had to take the chance?”


“I do, but it was still a great risk. What if Mr. and Mrs. Mayes had been away?” she asked.


“I did think that far ahead. I would have announced who I was and demanded a room overnight. I planned to take the post to Surrey tomorrow. Cousin Alfred and his wretched wife would have been pleased to expand our connections through the marriage, but I knew you would support me.”


“How did you get to London? You did not travel all the way from Warwickshire alone?”


“Of course not, Aunt Phoebe. You remember my friend Clara? Her mother’s cousin, Lady Sheldon, was taking her daughters to town and invited Clara who asked if I could join them,” Grace explained.


“At least you traveled to town respectfully. Did you leave a note for Lady Sheldon?” she asked.


“I did not have time. I saw my chance to escape and I took it on the spur of the moment,” Grace said.


“You will write a note of apology and let her know you are fine. I do not know if you are aware, but Lady Sheldon was related distantly to the former Lady Camfield. Be honest, my dear, she will understand. Let her know your brother is taking you under his protection until your majority,” she advised. “While you write your note, I will arrange for delivery.”


Once the note was on its way, Grace asked, “Where are we anyway? Nanny Sara refused to tell me the name of my brother’s friend. She was afraid the walls had ears, meaning the Bingley’s are trying to figure out where my brother is, I am sure.”


“We are at Darcy House,” she said with a smirk.


“Darcy House?”


Phoebe laughed at the incredulous look on Grace’s face. “You do know how Louisa passed away?” When Grace indicated she did not, Phoebe told her the story Alfie related on their way to town. “So, you see, your brother has distanced himself from the Bingley’s.”


“I thought Mr. Darcy was friends with Mr. Bingley. Why would he invite my brother to mourn instead of his friend?”


“According to Alfie, the Bingley’s actions after the accident were so deplorable, he would not be surprised if Mr. Darcy broke with Mr. Bingley.”


“Talking about me behind my back, my Lady?” Alfie asked when he entered the room.


“You little scamp,” she responded with a grin. “Was a response delivered?”


“I took the liberty of delivering Miss Hurst’s note myself, my Lady, after I retrieved her trunk. I doubt you are aware, but my master and Earl Sheldon are friends, they fence together at their club and share similar political beliefs. The couple empathized and understood why Miss Hurst acted the way she did. They were appreciative that you thought to send a note and that Miss Hurst was in the care of a relative. They agreed to send an express to her father informing him that she disappeared and they have no idea where she is. They will implore him to make haste to town and hire Bow Street Runners.”


“Father thinks I have been at Clara’s estate. He will be furious,” Grace said.


“I explained that, Miss Hurst. Lady Sheldon, in particular, thought the situation was diverting. Apparently, she dislikes both of your parents and would have helped you anyway, had she known in advance.”


“Thank you, Alfie,” Phoebe said.


“It was my pleasure, my Lady. Do we need to delay our departure a day so Miss Hurst may do some shopping?”


“No, Alfie, we want to leave at dawn,” she said.


“I agree. If the express rider delivers the note to father tonight or tomorrow morning, I am afraid he will arrive in London by dinner. I want to be as far away from here as possible,” Grace stated.


“I understand. I will have everything ready, my Lady.”


“Should we send an express to let Mr. Darcy know Grace will be arriving with me?” she asked Alfie.


“No need, my Lady. I heard grams and gramps talking to the staff before I left. The maids and footmen will be doing a thorough cleaning of that wing starting with the suite next to Mr. Hurst. By the time we arrive, they should have at least four suites cleaned. If you do not mind Miss Hurst refreshing herself in your suite, by the time you retire after dinner hers should be warmed enough.”


“Very observant, young man. Thank you, it eases my mind to know we will not be putting the maids to extra work.”


~*~



Darcy House, London
Wednesday, December 19, 1810



“Alfie, where is my luggage,” Phoebe Dobbs asked her escort.


“It is on the Matlock carriage, my Lady. I realize you will probably think I am fit for bedlam, but my master told me to be careful we are not seen together or followed. The master received permission to have his uncle’s carriage bring you to Pemberley.”


“That was kind of him,” she offered.


“Yes, the earl is very kind and not too proud to speak to servants. In this case, it also helps his son who will take the carriage back to London after his visit instead of riding his horse. My master and Mr. Hurst had already arranged the Matlock carriage and told me to do whatever it took to make sure our presence at Darcy House went unnoticed. That is part of the reason my aunt put you both in rooms that face the garden. Not only is it a beautiful view, but she did not want to risk someone seeing a light from the road and thinking the family was here. To speak plainly, they think Miss Bingley has a spy either in the household or somewhere nearby watching the house.”


“That would not surprise me. Miss Bingley seems to think her money will open any door she wants it to. She looks down on people in trade, conveniently forgetting that is how her father made his fortune. I never did like Miss Iambetterthaneveryoneelse. Her last name should have been Braggley,” she suggested as Alfie assisted her into the Darcy carriage.


“Miss Boastful?” Grace suggested with a snicker as she was handed up.


“I will deny this if asked, but I do believe I have heard my master mutter Miss Backbiter,” Alfie said with a grin.


“Miss Braggart?” she offered.


“Miss Bicker?” Grace countered.


Alfie broke up their giggles. “Once we change to Lord Matlock’s carriage just outside of London, we will continue until we reach our first destination. If you need us to stop, for any reason, signal the driver.”


Phoebe saw Grace lay her head upon the cushion and sigh as they started the three-day trip.
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