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`` I 've got quite enough -- ! '' He did not finish . Constance sighed as her husband stepped , nervous and self-important , out of the side-door into the street . It was early , not yet eight o'clock , and the shop still unopened . `` Your father could n't wait , '' Constance said to Cyril when he had thundered down the stairs in his heavy schoolboy boots . `` Give it to me . '' She went to restore the muffler to its place .