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[center]Beatrice's smile never left her face.

"Of course I know you, dear," she said,"well, at least who you are. Mister Colvin told me to be expecting you sometime today. He's told us about you. George and I have been preparing for your arrival all week in fact."

She paused briefly, then continued.

"Mister Colvin is not home right now I'm afraid, he's at work at the office. He won't be home until around six o'clock, but he instructed me to help you get settled in, you know, show you around, show you to your room, all that."


The squeaking of vehicle breaks could suddenly be heard behind Maddison.
The driver had sat Maddison's bags behind her and was already back in his car pulling backward down the driveway, through the reopened gate, and out into the street.
With a quaint roar from the engine, he went cruising on down the street away from the lavish estate.

Beatrice stepped past Maddison and lifted her bags up, holding them firmly at her sides gripped in each hand. The large gate slowly closed again as Beatrice stepped past Maddison with her bags.

"Come on," she said,"let's get your things up to your room, and then I'll make you something to eat if you'd like. Or, you can wait until this evening and dine with Mister Colvin. It's your choice."
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