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John dear!” said I in the gentlest voice, “the key is down by the front steps, under a plantain leaf!”That silenced him for a few moments.Then he said—very quietly indeed, “Open the door, my darling!””I can’t,” said I. “The key is down by the front door under a plantain leaf!”And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in.
