The gate was opened; the coffin brought into the churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr. There was no rush. "Tom! Hey, Tom!" The Chinese cook thrust his head into the dining room. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. I cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the present.
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