The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. He is extremely old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat. ’ ‘How can it be in dispute?’ frowned Mrs Sindlesham. .
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