Allow me to remind you of your promise . '' `` To lie low and say nothing ? That 's the cue , is n't it , sis ? '' `` Unless Uncle Abimelech appeals to you . In that case you are to back me up . '' Then Uncle Abimelech stalked in . He was purple with rage . Old Roger de Melville himself never could have looked fiercer . I did feel a quake or two , but I faced Uncle Abimelech undauntedly . No use in having your name on the roll of Battle Abbey if you ca n't stand your ground . `` Prudence , what does this mean ? '' thundered Uncle Abimelech , as he flung the newspaper down on the table . Murray got up and peered over . Then he whistled . He started to say something but remembered just in time and stopped . But he did give me a black look . Murray has a sneaking pride of name too , although he wo n't own up to it and laughs at Uncle Abimelech . I looked at the paper and began to laugh . We did look so funny , Murray and I , in that advertisement . It took up the whole page .
At the top were our photos , half life-size , and underneath our names and addresses printed out XXXXX full .
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