pantry

Anne flew out of the pantry, dripping dishcloth in hand.

He had not gone to bed that night; but was in the pantry at the back of the house, putting away the silver, when he heard the bell ring violently.

He heard no shot; but it was hardly possible he would, as the pantry and kitchens were at the very back of the house and there were several closed doors and a long passage between.

The housekeeper’s room was rather nearer to the front of the house than the pantry in which Ames had been working.