And taking the keys, he departed on the errand. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. I tell you—never mind the bill. The flush deck was without wells. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. Her aunt did not object to capital punishment or war, or the industrial system or casual wards, or flogging of criminals or the Congo Free State, because none of these things really got hold of her imagination; but she did object, she did not like, she could not bear to think of people not having and enjoying their meals.
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