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THE LANDLADY ROALD DAHL Billy Weaver had travelled down from white façades were cracked and blotchy from London on the slow afternoon train, with a neglect. change at Swindon on the way, and by the Suddenly, in a downstairs window that was time he got to Bath it was about nine brilliantly illuminated by a street-lamp not six o’clock in the evening and the moon was yards away, Billy caught sight of a printed coming up out of a clear starry sky over notice propped up against the glass in one of the houses opposite the station entrance. the upper panes. It said BED AND But the air was deadly cold and the wind BREAKFAST. There was a vase of yellow was like a flat blade of ice on his cheeks. chrysanthemums, tall and beautiful, standing “Excuse me,” he said, “but is there a just underneath the notice. fairly cheap hotel not too far away from 60 He stopped walking. He moved a bit closer. here?” Green curtains (some sort of velvety “Try The Bell and Dragon,” the porter material) were hanging down on either side of answered, pointing down the road. “They the window. The chrysanthemums looked might take you in. It’s about a quarter of a wonderful beside them. He went right up and mile along on the other side.” peered through the glass into the room, and Billy than