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Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure. She entered the last room, his bedroom. Why in heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’ ‘What are you talking of?’ ‘Never mind that now. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. ’ He sat on the low wall of the haha and invited her to do the same. Indeed it was apparent, from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though.
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