I lingered at the window of the garden-room from which Miss Mapp so often and so ominously looked forth. To the left was the front of her house, straight ahead the steep cobbled way, with a glimpse of the High Street at the end, to the right the crooked chimney and the church.The street was populous with passengers, but search as I might, I could see none who ever so remotely resembled the objects of her vigilance.
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