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Johnnie's mother, the Lady Jean, Child of a penniless Scottish peer, Was handsome, worn high-colored, lean, With eyes like Johnnie's--more blue and clear-- Like bubbles of glass in her fine tanned face. Quiet, she was, and so at ease, So perfectly sure of her rightful place In the world that she felt no need to please. I did not like her--she made me feel Talkative, restless, unsure, as if I were a cross between parrot and eel. I thought her blank and cold and stiff.