His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. The bliss had lasted one hundred and forty years, far more than an entire mortal lifetime. In the mornings I find labour easy because I am going to see you. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. They simply understood there was a greater need to get over the past than to talk about it.
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