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He gave up the game; he couldnt be bothered. Ball lived with another man while her husband was in thetrenches. William, turning, followingher eyes, saw only a man in grey. Let music sound And the free air of Heaven waft you to your slumber! Again, had Figgis called the names of the villagers, they too wouldhave answered. She heard the breeze rustle in thebranches. Manresa continued, speaking plainly, I cantput two words together. Very delicately William Dodge set the cup in its saucer. Instantly he put his hands in hispockets. She had bought a four-roomed cottageand shared it with an actress. The gate was a goal; to be reached in ten. David and Iris each had a hand on the gramophone. They came streaming along the pathsand spreading across the lawn. And the butterfly rose and the bluebottle. And leaving books on the floor, said her brother. Two chairs faced each other on either side of a fine flutedmantelpiece. Radiating royalty,complacency, good humour, the wild child was Queen of the festival. Instantly he put his hands in hispockets. Heads bent, theyread Interval on the programme. She was pushing her way throughthe crowd. Streatfield called his roll call, he laid theblame on them. I know where the tit nests, he began In the hedgerow. They were singing, but not a word reached the audience. Miss La Trobe had exclaimed the first time shecame to call and was shown the grounds. One year we had Gammer Gurtons Needle, said Mrs. There wereonly two emotions: love; and hate. She was pushing her way throughthe crowd. We must possess our souls in patience, said Mrs. Were they about to act a play in the presence of Queen Elizabeth? And she to him, raising her eyes:My love! He was sitting to theright, several rows back, the man in grey. Countless beetles andinsects of various sorts burrowed in the dry wood. But we have other lives, I think, I hope, she murmured. They were singing, but not a word reached the audience. Hecame ambling across the grass, mopping and mowing. But the pen sheheld thus on the little table absolutely refused to move. Words raised themselves and became symbolical.