Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. Anna sprang to her feet with a startled cry. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. "Solid ivory!" he said aloud; "solid from dome to neck! That's James Boyle in the family group.
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