BREAKFAST
the breakfasts longer; looming more and more over his nights, eating more and more out of his days.
Jervis Bevel's eyes swerved over to the mantelpiece. He pushed his chair back further over the bristling carpet pile.
"Well," he said, "I think it's almost time———"
The room broke up, the table grew smaller again as they all rose from their chairs. Mrs. Russel and Aunt Willoughby gathered themselves together; Hilary seized Miss Emily by the back of the waist and punted her laughingly towards the door.
The coffee and the bacon and the hostility and the christian forbearance blew out before them into the chilly hall.
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