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"
I
thought
a
rest
would
be
rather
nice
,
"
said
Julia
.
Roger
gave
her
a
glance
.
"
It
’
ll
do
you
good
,
mummy
.
You
’
re
looking
awfully
fagged
.
"
(
"
Blast
his
eyes
.
No
,
I
mustn
’
t
show
I
mind
.
Thank
God
,
I
can
act
.
"
)
She
laughed
gaily
.
"
I
had
a
sleepless
night
wondering
what
on
earth
we
were
going
to
do
about
your
spots
.
"
"
I
know
,
aren
’
t
they
sickening
?
Tom
says
he
used
to
have
them
too
.
"
Julia
looked
at
Tom
.
In
his
tennis
shirt
open
at
the
neck
,
with
his
hair
ruffled
,
his
face
already
caught
by
the
sun
,
he
looked
incredibly
young
.
He
really
looked
no
older
than
Roger
.
"
Anyhow
,
his
nose
is
going
to
peel
,
"
Roger
went
on
with
a
chuckle
.
"
He
’
ll
look
a
sight
then
.
"
Julia
felt
slightly
uneasy
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
Tom
had
shed
the
years
so
that
he
was
become
not
only
in
age
Roger
’
s
contemporary
.
They
talked
a
great
deal
of
nonsense
.
They
ate
enormously
and
drank
tankards
of
beer
.
Michael
,
eating
and
drinking
as
sparingly
as
usual
,
watched
them
with
amusement
.
He
was
enjoying
their
youth
and
their
high
spirits
.
He
reminded
Julia
of
an
old
dog
lying
in
the
sun
and
gently
beating
his
tail
on
the
ground
as
he
looked
at
a
pair
of
puppies
gambolling
about
him
.
They
had
coffee
on
the
lawn
.
Julia
found
it
very
pleasant
to
sit
there
in
the
shade
,
looking
at
the
river
.
Tom
was
slim
and
graceful
in
his
long
white
trousers
.
She
had
never
seen
him
smoke
a
pipe
before
.
She
found
it
strangely
touching
.
But
Roger
mocked
him
.
