The day broke gray and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child’s bed.
‘Wake up, Philip,’ she said.
She pulled down the bed-clothes, took him in her arms, and carried him downstairs. He was only half awake.
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