rd lying if by any chance she recognized me.
So t sapped on ter. So o face. A recognize me. Just looked at me t tomers—utter lack of interest.
It time I’d seen ed gave me almost as big a s first moment to be able to foresee ’ll look like ’s all a question of t if it o me, y and sy-to forty-seven, it s. t type of middle-aged like a bulldog? Great underurned do tly like a bulldog. And yet it in a million. completely grey, it y colour, and t to be. S kno a customer, a stranger, an uninteresting fat man. It’s queer can do. I s expecting to see me, or of all—sten my existence.
‘Devening,’ s listless hey have.
‘I a pipe,’ I said flatly. ‘A briar pipe.’
‘A pipe. No lemme see. I know we gossome pipes somewhere. Now where did I—ah! ‘Ere we are.’
Sook a cardboard box full of pipes from some imagining t, because my oandards no, so be so ‘superior’, all t Lily and pretended to look thpiece.
‘Amber? I don’t kno any—’ surned tohe shop and called: ‘Ge-orge!’
So too. A noise t sounded somethe shop.
‘Ge-orge! t other box of pipes?’
George came in. outissleeves, rainer moustacive kind of ed in tea. tarted poking round in searc five minutes before t to earttles of ss. It’s of litter to accumulate in ttle sock is fifty quid.
I c among tter and mumbling to s of an old rying to describe to you . A kind of cold, deadly desolate feeling. You can’t conceive it unless you’ve . All I can say is, if to care about ty-five years ago, go and I felt.
But as a matter of fact, t t urn out from . times I’d s under tnut trees! ouldn’t you t er-effect be time , and as mucrangers as t. As for even recognize me. If I told remember. And if s even be angry because I’d done ty on hing had never happened.
And on t Elsie o go to t least one ot ’s safe to bet t surprise me to learn t sogetreated ion about t, and many a time it reets, I used to tick imes I felt I’d been a bit of a bastard, but