An excerpt from my work-in-progress, "The Curse Of The Aldershot Throckmortons".
Harold: But what about the old boy?
Elspeth: Oh goodness, i'd nearly forgotten. Ponsonby, is Daddy dead?
Ponsonby: No ma'am, merely asleep.
Harold: Does he always sleep with a book over his face?
Ponsonby: Yes sir. He says he likes to wake up with great expectations.
Harold. He must have the dickens of a time getting to sleep.
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