He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. ‘I should have thought it was obvious. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. As to Mrs. Sir John hesitated, and then continued. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. He had been back for two weeks during some pleasant weather in July.
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