His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. It must be the dawn creeping in. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. ” “Relaxation, perhaps. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom where she had been preoccupied with preparations for her morning shower.
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