She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. ” “You are not a coward,” she repeated, “or you would not be my friend. . ’ So that was it. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. “And you?” “Same thing. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. ‘I do not believe you. ” “You could never be that,” he answered, “but you are at least more serious than usual. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. Yet there was nothing for her to do. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers.
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