He looked up to find a box of chocolates under his nose. "Do have one. The long ones are hard, but the round ones are a dream."
"No thank you," said Mr. Hale.
Margot took one of the round ones herself. She had eaten so many chocolates already that it was necessary to crunch it quickly in order to get the flavour. She crunched it, and Mr. Hale waiting disapprovingly until she had finished. He wished to offer her his condolences upon her father's death, and it appeared to him in the highest degree unseemly that he should do so whilst she was eating chocolates.
(from Grey Mask, by Patricia Wentworth)
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