Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. As to his mother, I've no pity for her. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed.
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