He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Now then," he added more calmly, "I am ready to die. " At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. For awhile he watched the revolving light on Copeley's. " "You are very good to me, Hoddy. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. “There’s no end of things I’d like to talk over with you. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river.
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