The Craze of Christina — page 55: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 51 CHAPTER IV. For somehow, even when he was sitting at that hospitable luncheon-table, Clifford’s mind was still running upon the face he had left looking over the muslin blind in Oldcastle High Street. | This was very ungrateful of him, because his immediate surroundings should have been suffi- cient to put it out of his thoughts. Mrs. Ommaney, large and fat and smiling, sat at the top of the table; her husband, large, fat, smiling and bald, sat at the foot of it, and carved the roast leg of mutton; on either side of the table stretehed long vistas of what their mother had called ‘‘my Maud and the rest.”’ There seemed to be a great many of them, seven sisters in fact, and one small boy, the youngest; but only to Maud the eldest was Clifford formally introduced; ‘‘the rest’’ were merely indicated by a wave of the hand. Maud was seated on his left hand. She was a rosy-cheeked, blue-eyed young woman of twenty-two, and was evidently thought a great CoOmichbookseco