"Who are you?" inquired Mrs. She was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. Sometimes we had the Illustrated London News and Tit-Bits. To her intense disappointment, she discovered that all papers had been removed from desks and cupboards. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. ’ ‘You mean I need not have said it? Damnation. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved.
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