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He woke, as he used to wake in placid times, to the clang of the cathedral bell. The prospects of the next hours swam into mind: he felt, or began to act as though he felt, that he had them mastered now. He telephoned Tess. That early morning call was going to become ritual until they married. Yes, she would see him at the inquest. Remember to put on a black tie.
As on the previous day, he arrived down at breakfast with his father. Outside, the morning was slate-grey, but the wall-lights shut it out, islanded the room. As on the previous day, there were good mornings, inquiries about sleep. On the hot plate this morning stood poached eggs on haddock.