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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: the patent flat face down. Then he waved his glasses at us, "You
know, Susan, my elder brother George. I told you about 'im lots
of times."
He fretted across to the hearthrug and took up a position there,
replaced his glasses and coughed.
My aunt Susan seemed to be taking it in. She was then rather a
pretty slender woman of twenty-three or four, I suppose, and I
remember being struck by the blueness of her eyes and the clear
freshness of her complexion. She had little features, a button
nose, a pretty chin and a long graceful neck that stuck out of
her pale blue cotton morning dress. There was a look of
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