He’s got flowers. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. He was in great pain and it meant that he would be in casts for twelve weeks. But I’d have done it without, though it weren’t my place. Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say.
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