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第87章 The Magician‘s Nephew(87)

We must now go back to Uncle Andrew. His poor old heart went pit.a.pat as he staggered down the attic stairs and he kept on dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief. When he reached his bedroom, which was the floor below, he locked himself in. And the very first thing he did was to grope in his wardrobe for a bottle and a wine.glass which he always kept hidden there where Aunt Letty could not find them. He poured himself out a glassful of some nasty, grown.up drink and drank it off at one gulp. Then he drew a deep breath.

“Upon my word,” he said to himself. “I‘m dreadfully shaken. Most upsetting! And at my time of life!”