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VIII,Tim Allerton leant back in his wicker chair and yawned as he looked out over the sea. He shot aquick sidelong glance at his mother.,Mrs. Allerton was a good-looking, white-haired woman of fifty. By imparting an expression ofpinched severity to her mouth every time she looked at her son, she sought to disguise the fact ofher intense affection for him. Even total strangers were seldom deceived by this device and Timhimself saw through it perfectly ¹.,He said: “Do you really like Majorca, Mother? ”,“Well,
” Mrs. Allerton considered, “it’s cheap.”,“And cold, ” said Tim with a slight shiver.,Threatened by consumption some years ago, he had never displayed a really robust ² physique.,He was popularly supposed “to write,
” but it was understood among his friends that inquiries ³ as toliterary output were not encouraged.,“What are you thinking of, Tim?”,Mrs. Allerton was alert. Her bright, dark-brown eyes looked suspicious.,Tim Allerton grinned at her:,Everything that we're doing is all perfectly above board.我们做的每件事情都是光明正大的。,She is too tall and robust.她个子太高，身体太壮 。