'I was delivered of myself to the front of old Boxwood Manor - the carriage having already gone. The liveryman and the harness boy (and his delicious welp of a sister) were all that were left. An awkward moment, to be sure, but one which I was certain to treasure. It felt like I'd been away one hundred years already.'
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