Mother—dear mother!" he
added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. My son wanted to marry a
woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. ”
She laughed. Are you quite shure you haven't another alyas, Masther Thames
Ditton?"
"Darrell, I tell you. The fragrance of
dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted
peacefully outside. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. Building announced solemnly. . “He will find it difficult no doubt to alter his style of living,” she said. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. ”
“Are you afraid?”
“Only for you! Most of my income will vanish. It
came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly
fantastic sort of dream. Felix.
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