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If it had been Ada Craven's Sunday out it might never have happened. But it was her Sunday in and when the front door bell rang she opened the door. She had been in service five years, but she had gone to her first place when she left school at the age of fourteen and she was not twenty yet. She had been in her present situation for nearly a year and was satisfied with it. The Warminsters were Yorkshire people and Ada was Yorkshire too. So was Mr. Quentin Seaford who now stood at the front door and asked if Mrs. Warminster was at home. Ada knew him by sight but he did not know her. His father lived at Raygill and belonged to the gentry, and her father had a small farm two or three miles from Whincliffe, a manufacturing town that had seen better days.
The Warminsters had made their money there as cotton spinners but had sold their mills some years ago and come south. They lived in a red brick detached house near the top of Putney Hill, not on the main road but in a quiet side road where all the houses were detached, and had either numbers or names according to the taste of their owners. The Warminsters had wished to live at Wimbledon, but had not found what they wanted there, while No. i8 Stretton Road suited them exactly. Mr. Warminster said that until he came south he had never heard of Putney except in connection with the Boat Race or with a pig. "Go to Putney on a
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