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"Society, of course, he saw little. There was some slight apprehension that, if he were bidden to social entertainments, he might forget his coat, or arrive without some other essential part of his dress; and there is a sly tradition in the Titbottom family, that once, having been invited to a ball in honor of a new governor of the island, my grand father Titbottom sauntered into the hall towards midnight, wrapped in the gorgeous flowers of his dressing gown, and with his hands buried in the pockets, as usual. SOCIETY OF COURSE HE SAW LITTLE THERE WAS SOME SLIGHT APPREHENSION THAT IF HE WERE BIDDEN TO SOCIAL ENTERTAINMENTS HE MIGHT FORGET HIS COAT OR ARRIVE WITHOUT SOME OTHER ESSENTIAL PART OF HIS DRESS AND THERE IS A SLY TRADITION IN THE TIT BOTTOM FAMILY THAT ONCE HAVING BEEN INVITED TO TO A BALL IN HONOUR OF A NEW GOVERNOR OF THE ISLAND MY GRANDFATHER TIT BOTTOM SAUNTERED INTO THE HALL TOWARDS MIDNIGHT WRAPPED IN THE GORGEOUS FLOWERS OF HIS DRESSING GOWN AND WITH HIS HANDS BURIED IN THE POCKETS AS USUAL
 been very young. He flourished in a perennial maturity, an immortal middle-age. "My grandfather lived upon one of the small islands--St. Kitt's, perhaps--and his domain extended to the sea. His house, a rambling West Indian mansion, was surrounded with deep, spacious piazzas, covered with luxurious lounges, among which one capacious chair was his peculiar seat. They tell me, he used sometimes to sit there for the whole day, his great, soft, brown eyes fastened upon the sea, watching the specks of sails that flashed upon the horizon, while the evanescent expressions chased each other over his placid face as if it reflected the calm and changing sea before him. "His morning costume was an ample dressing-gown of gorgeously-flowered silk, and his morning was very apt to last all day. He rarely read; but he would pace the great piazza for hours, with his hands buried in the pockets of his dressing-gown, and an air of sweet reverie, which any book must be a very entertaining one to produce. SE WHO NEVER APPEAR TO HAVE BEEN VERY YOUNG HE FLOURISHED IN A PERENNIAL MATURITY AN IMMORTAL MIDDLE AGE MY GRANDFATHER LIVED UPON ONE OF THE SMALL ISLANDS SAINT KITT'S PERHAPS AND HIS DOMAIN EXTENDED TO THE SEA HIS HOUSE A RAMBLING WEST INDIAN MANSION WAS SURROUNDED WITH DEEP SPACIOUS PIAZZAS COVERED WITH LUXURIOUS LOUNGES AMONG WHICH ONE CAPACIOUS CHAIR WAS HIS PECULIAR SEAT THEY TELL ME HE USED SOMETIMES TO SIT THERE FOR THE WHOLE DAY HIS GREAT SOFT BROWN EYES FASTENED UPON THE SEA WATCHING THE SPECKS OF SAILS THAT FLASHED UPON THE HORIZON WHILE THE EVANESCENT EXPRESSIONS CHASED EACH OTHER OVER HIS PLACID FACE AS IF IT REFLECTED THE CALM AND CHANGING SEA BEFORE HIM HIS MORNING COSTUME WAS AN AMPLE DRESSING GOWN OF GORGEOUSLY FLOWERED SILK AND HIS MORNING WAS VERY APT TO LAST ALL DAY HE RARELY READ BUT HE WOULD PACE THE GREAT PIAZZA FOR HOURS WITH HIS HANDS BURIED IN THE POCKETS OF HIS DRESSING GOWN AND AN AIR OF SWEET REVERIE WHICH ANY BOOK MUST BE A VERY ENTERTAINING ONE TO PRODUCE
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