She did not even wait for the reply. But with every ounce of dignity that she had remaining, she rushed past the beautiful woman and through the door, outside to where Neville waited in the car.
“What did he do this time?” Neville lowered his paper as Mrs. Dixon climbed inside and slammed the door. She raised the windows and turned her head away from the prying eyes of the people on the sidewalk. “A little girl came running outside saying that a man poisoned her brother and that he needed a doctor.”
this time
“Oh! Mortimer!” Mrs. Dixon put her head in her hands. “How shall I ever get him married?”
“Married?”
“Yes! Mrs. Longhorn had just come in… oh what shall we do!?” Mrs. Dixon shook her head and suppressed the urge to break into tears. “He passed wind on a child!”
“Did he?”
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