” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. “I’m glad you’re all right,” he said, “because we want you to do us a favour. ” “Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. Why? Here was a curtain indeed.
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