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The house was still - servants in bed
not a sound ^{in the world} save the thumping of their
hearts & consciences as in smoking jacket &
pink negligee our[?] bearing a silver candle
stick aloft crept down the cellar stairs to
their secret burial - Nervous? Of course the "what
was that"? of the pink Kate as they went down
exciting to a quick Jack's strained nervous
system - It was a real Hogarthian picture
the black cellar for a background - the ^flickering candle
revealing in soft lights this dear handsome
young pair condescending to this repulsive job
with sickening disgust they cut the strings - un-
rolled the c[?] paper - and it was a
Leg of Lamb!

X Don't leave any articles
in the cars[?]