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leonardo da vinci the last supper
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Has Mr. Crackenthorpe been an invalid long?"
Emma said, rather evasively:
"Oh, for years now…. This is the kitchen."
The kitchen was enormous. A vast kitchen range stood cold and neglected. An Aga stood demurely beside it.
Lucy asked times of meals and inspected the larder. Then she said cheerfully to Emma Crackenthorpe:
"I know everything now. Don't bother. Leave it all to me."
Emma Crackenthorpe heaved a sigh of relief as she went up to bed that night.
"The Kennedys were quite right, she said. She's wonderful."
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Lucy rose at six the next morning. She did the house, prepared vegetables, assembled, cooked and served breakfast. With Mrs. Kidder she made the beds and at eleven o'clock they sat down to strong tea and biscuits in the kitchen. Mollified by the fact that Lucy “had no airs about her" and also by the strength and sweetness of the tea, Mrs. Kidder relaxed into gossip. She was a small spare woman with a sharp eye and tight lips.
"Regular old skinflint he is. What she has to put up with! All the same, she's not what I call down-trodden. Can hold her own all right when she has to. When the gentlemen come down she sees to it there's something decent to eat."