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He stretched himself. He went to bed. The Countess of Rocksbier sat at the head of the table alone with Jacob. A discriminating nose she had for scents, prolonged, as if in quest of them; her underlip protruded a narrow red shelf; her eyes were small, with sandy tufts for eyebrows, and her jowl was heavy. Hilda Thomas, lifting her skirts, preparing to cross the road.
The rooms are shapely, the ceilings high; over the doorways a rose or a ram's skull is carved in the wood. Even the panels, painted in raspberry-coloured paint, have their distinction. Bonamy took up a bill for a hunting-crop. "That seems to be paid," he said. There were Sandra's letters. Mrs. Durrant was taking a party to Greenwich. Lady Rocksbier hoped for the pleasure....
Lady Rocksbier, whatever the deficiencies of her profile, had been a great rider to hounds. She used her knife with authority, tore her chicken bones, asking Jacob's pardon, with her own hands. "Who is that driving by?" she asked Boxall, the butler. "Lady Firtlemere's carriage, my lady," which reminded her to send a card to ask after his lordship's health. A rude old lady, Jacob thought.
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