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Trull led us up the stairs and to the second floor. The long hall stretched across the whole of the house, and on either side were some twenty doors. He dolled them out to us until only Miss Livingstone, Lina, and myself remained. He came to the end of the hall where the passage turned a corner and followed the wall to the back of the house.
Trull stopped and gestured to three remaining doors. “I hope you will find these comfortable.”
I opened one of the doors and peaked inside. There was a four-post bed, a crackling fireplace, and windows that looked out on the green grounds. A plain ancient suitcase on the floor beside the bed told me the room belonged to Miss Livingstone.
I turned and smiled at him. “It’s wonderful.”
“But no TV,” Lina commented.
Trull shook his head. “No
