On one leg like a stork

“He had been an inarticulate little boy and he was an inarticulate man…. As a little boy he had come to her room, fair-haired, blue-eyed and ruddy (he was one of the beautiful Eliots), and standing on one leg like a stork had thoughtfully wiped his nose on the back of his left hand. Then she had known there was something wrong….Nowadays when he came to see her it was much the same. He would stand beside her on the hearthrug in the drawing-room with his back to the fire, so that the warmth of it could not reach her (a habit of all the Eliot men), shift his weight to his right leg and thoughtfully rub his left ear.”

The Herb of Grace, Elizabeth Goudge

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