All Comers
His Turn Comes After the Hound
One afternoon a year the great door takes anyone with fur, feathers or a shell, and asks no questions about which. He has been on the steps since half past one, behind a basset hound who is clearly a regular, in the green waistcoat he keeps for occasions that might turn out to be solemn.
4 October 2026
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