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At that moment, Arthur came back into the room with a tea tray, which he placed on the coffee table. He’d made it the proper way—that is, he’d set out a china teapot, teacups and saucers, and included a sugar bowl complete with little silver spoon. He poured a cup for his grandmother and then looked set to do the same for me when I put out my hand to stop him.
“I can do it,” I said. “Thank you.”