“Did you hear that?”
“Sorry, darling, I was deep in my book. What was it?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s so silly. I seem to hear it every night. There’s a rustling noise, and then a gasp. The first time I heard it I thought someone was climbing the trellis. I actually went to the window and looked out, but there was nothing there. Perhaps I’m going a little mad!”
“It’s probably mice”.
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