To my plebeian eyes that afflicted child was singularly unattractive.
She had the air of having been perpetually washed with a blue bag, and
hair like grey wool—dressed, too, in a pinafore so stiffly starched that
she could only peer at us over the frill of it—a social barrier of a
pinafore—and perhaps it was too much to expect a noble aunt to attend to
the menial consideration of her niece’s ears. But a dumb niece with
unwashed ears struck me as a most depressing object.
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