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I had heard rumors of Seton's aunt long before I actually encountered her.

Seton, in the hush of confidence or at any little show of toleration on our part would remark,

my aunt, or my old aunt, you know, as if his relative might be a kind of cement to an entente cordial.

From a boy's point of view, he looked distastefully foreign, with his yellow skin and slow chocolate

coloured eyes and lean lean weak figure.

Merely for his looks he was treated by most of us true blue Englishmen with condescension,

hostility, or contempt.

We used to call him Pongo, but without any better excuse for the nickname than his skin.

He was, that is, in one sense of the term, what he assuredly was not, in the other sense, a sport.

Seton and I were never in any sense intimate at school,

our orbits only intersected in class.

I kept instinctively aloof from him. I felt vaguely he was a sneak and remained quite

unmodified by advances on his side, which in a boy's barbarous fashion, unless it suited me to be magnanimous, I haughtily ignored.

That's

That's from the beginning of Walter Delameres, Seton's aunt, and you're listening to the HP Lovecraft literary podcast.

Here at HPPodcraft.com, I'm Chad Fyfer.

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We picked this one because the story, because it comes from H.B.

Lovecraft's supernatural horror and literature.

And Lovecraft mentioned this story in particular.

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