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On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. The cook tried to ply her with spiced meat and fish soup. ’ ‘Miss Melusine Charvill,’ he repeated, ‘is a convent-bred genteel girl, who is in all probability the granddaughter of General Lord Charvill. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. "Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable. . He introduced her as his \"friend\" Lucy. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. "I leave this bowl for you," he cried, returning it to the landlord untasted.
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