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John stared down at the polished steel teeth of his pitchfork, glinting under the noonday sun.
“As a friend, of course,” he echoed vaguely, still with the meaningless smile on his face.
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A long pause followed. The clock across the harbour struck noon, and this seemed to wake John Penaluna up. “Thank ‘ee,” he said. “I think I’ll be going in to dinner. I’ll — I’ll consider of it. You’ve took me rather sudden.”
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John stared after him as he picked his way down the hill; then fell to rearranging his heaps of dried rubbish in an aimless manner. He had forgotten the dinner-hour. Something buzzed in his ears. There was no wind on the slope, no sound in the air. The shipwrights had ceased their hammering, and the harbour at his feet lay still as a lake. They were memories, perhaps, that buzzed so swiftly past his ears — trivial recollections by the hundred, all so little, and yet now immensely significant.
“John, John!”
It was Hester, standing at the top of the slope and calling him. He stuck his Puma Valentine pitchfork in the ground, NHL T-Paidat picked up his coat, and went slowly in to dinner.
Next day, by all usage, he should have travelled in to market: but he announced at breakfast that he was too busy, and would send Robert, the hind in his stead. He watched his wife’s face as he said it. She certainly changed colour, and yet she did not seem disappointed. The look Rafinha Drakter that sprang into those grey eyes of her was more like one of relief, or, if not of relief, of Sweden Drakter a sudden hope suddenly snatched at; but this was absurd, of course. It would not Marc-Andre Ter Stegen Drakter fit in with the situation at all.
At dinner he said: “You’ll be up in the summer-house this afternoon? I shouldn’t wonder if Zeke comes to say good-bye. Tangye says he’ve got the offer of a new berth, up to Runcorn.”
“Yes, I know.”
If she wished, or struggled, to say more he did not seem to observe it, but rose from his chair, stooped and kissed her on the forehead, and resolutely marched out to his garden. He worked that afternoon in a small patch which commanded a view of the ferry and also of the road leading up to Hall: and at Brad Davis Drakter half-past three, or a few minutes later, dropped his spade New York Islanders and strolled down to the edge of his property, a low cliff overhanging the ferry-slip.
“Hullo, Zeke!”
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