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When I awake it is broad daylight, and Mrs Rudd is standing by my side with a tray. I sit up in bed and gaze at her blankly.
"I was obliged to wake you, sir," she says apologetically. "John will be home in an hour, and I wanted you to have some breakfast. How do you feel this morning, sir?"