Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. He died in the war. But I expect him back every minute. ‘That will be very helpful to me. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it. It isn’t as though I haven’t done well. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to.
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