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I it and took it in. to get mixed up o to pack my bag.
t. I’m going as a matter of fact I didn’t s off my sely. One never does. and about and discuss it for muc of Lo day, everyone oo busy talking about t it sounded like and t fair gave did you expect, it just s ten off part of ongue oo t turned out t o taken it for granted t it tocking factory. After t of try sent a co inspect t saying t ts of ting’. As a matter of fact it only killed tt door. t muc, and tified ts, but trace of Perrott. Not even a trouser-button to read the burial service over.
In ternoon I paid my bill and . I didn’t after I’d paid to cut it out of you try els, and pretty freely. I left my ne of tackle in my bedroom. Let ‘em keep it. No use to me. It I’d co teac t. Fat men of forty-five can’t go fis kind of t ’s just a dream, the grave.
It’s funny o you by degrees. ual moment, of course, it scared ts out of me, and from seeing a street-accident. Disgusting, of course. Quite enougo make me fed-up it really made much impression.
But as I got clear of tskirts of Lourned t all came back to me. You kno gets your ts running in a certain rimes ’s a feeling of being able to see tter perspective t I’d been doubtful about I felt certain about noo begin o Loion in my mind. ’s a back to to live, or is it gone for ever? ell, I’d o go back to Lo put Jonao t expect you to follorain of t. And it ucked a corner t I could s