John William Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott painting

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Now the dear lady's murmurs became a plaint: "Oh. Oh." Anastasia clapped and bounced. I glared at Bray, and was pleased to take his expression for chagrin. But in fact it proved a curious concentration, like a man's at stool; he even grunted and grew red. Then he sniffed and smiled -- I am obliged to saysweetly - - and turning up the back hem of his cape and tunic, exposed a brown left knee, gaunt and hairless, in the crook of which however was undeniably a browner spot. Too low, surely, and something wanting in definition -- but a round brown birthmark after all! Anastasia caught her breath; Virginia Hector whimpered; I could have wept for frustration.
"Flunk you! Flunk you! Flunk you!" I shouted.
"Please," he said: "Not in front of Mother. I'm still ready to help you."
Poor Lady Creamhair now grew quite incapable; I flunked the hour I had agreed to this confrontation. Anastasia -- no less confounded but still in command of her faculties -- led her away toward the Chancellor's Exit and Reginald Hector's offices, next door to Tower Hall. This was Bray's suggestion, and further to infuriate me he asked whether I did not affirm its prudence.
"You should go with them," he advised me. "I'll try to pacify the crowd till you're safely out."