The vicarage smelled of furniture polish and the particular damp of a building that has been holy longer than it has been heated. The Reverend Tobias Frame poured tea with the careful generosity of a man who had decided, some years ago, that tea was a thing he could reliably do well. "Reginald Thorne," he said, when Beatrice asked. "Yes.
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