Otis let out the slack on his gauntlet and struggled towards the tea cart like a man walking against a hurricane. Finally, he reached it and exchanged pleasantries with the others while a shaking slip of a new girl handed him a teacup. Florence hadn’t broken this one yet.
“What’s the commotion over there?” Charley asked. He sighed.
“Her Ladyship’s luggage is nearly five stone over the allotment, AND she brought a bloody safe, if you can believe it. They’re trying to make the weight for it, but the Lord know how they’ll do it. Toffs.” The others grunted agreement.
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