“Your room is ready, dear,” she said, handing me an old-fashioned brass key. “And tonight’s performance begins at eight. Don’t be late.”
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The “theatre” was the converted barn behind the main house. Ten guests sat in velvet chairs. No stage. Just a single mirror on wheels. Mabel stepped in front of it and began to speak in a rhythm that wasn’t quite English. “Your room is ready, dear,” she said, handing