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The farm the Vicar had spoken of appeared to be a rambling place ofold
buildings, pigs and poultry.
The latter was not heavy enough, and themap curled
slowly away from Soames. But then one wouldntbe alive to see Kit play; so
perhaps it didnt matter. Death broke your shape and there youwere, he supposed.
Hed had alot of amusement out of his own; and but for progress would neverhave
had it. Does he thinkIm going to make off without paying?
Im leaving the lot to
the Nation, he said. Scraping gingerly at thefirst name, he disinterred an o.
The released horses moved forward and the men and dogs followedafter them.
For
in his heart were greatgladness and great pity, and he must not show a sign of
either.
Grassed over utterly, noteven the shape visible.
An immense time they
travelled thus, it seemed to him. He stood for a minute, scrutinizing,then went
down on his knees with a sort of thrill.
How they loved to turnon that
caterwauling, or the loud speaker! On the bureauwere laid a number of letters
and things to be attended to. A long timehe sat there, nostalgically bemused,
strangely unwilling to move. Iremember the first shows in London of those
post-impressionists andearly Cubist chaps.
Scraping gingerly at thefirst name,
he disinterred an o.
Five minutes shewaited that seemed like five hours.
The
released horses moved forward and the men and dogs followedafter them. >From the
staffsquarters came the strains of a gramophone. Itsexpression, hard and
hopeless, went to his heart.
That fellow will go wrong unless I sit beside
him.
Fate on its drum, or just the humanheart?
To be in here was like
beingwithin a jewelled and somewhat scented box.
Ive been expecting something
of this sortever since I heard he was back. Forsyte; the name goes back to
thebeginning of the register.
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