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“Linnet Ridgeway!”

“That’s her!” said Mr Burnaby, the landlord of the Three Crowns

He nudged his companion

The two htly open mouths

A big scarlet Rolls-Royce had just stopped in front of the local post office

A girl ju a frock that looked (but only looked) siht autocratic features—a girl with a lovely shape—a girl such as was seldom seen in Malton-under-Wode

With a quick imperative step she passed into the post office

“That’s her!” said Mr Burnaby again And he went on in a loed voice: “Millions she’s got…Going to spend thousands on the place Swiardens and a ballroom and half of the house pulled down and rebuilt…”

“She’ll bring money into the town,” said his friend He was a lean, seedy-looking

Mr Burnaby agreed

“Yes, it’s a great thing for Malton-under-Wode A great thing it is”

Mr Burnaby was complacent about it

“Wake us all up proper,” he added

“Bit of difference froe,” said the other

“Ah, it was the ’orses did for hiently “Never ’ad no luck”

“What did he get for the place?”

“A cool sixty thousand, so I’ve heard”

The lean man whistled

Mr Burnaby went on triumphantly: “And they say she’ll have spent another sixty thousand before she’s finished!”