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Updated: June 18, 2025
With passion to lift the scale on to the agate, there would have been a deed worthy of eulogy then! But even as it was, she sacrificed much; she sacrificed her all. For now she knew that she must go; and there could he no more joy in life for her in the love of little Maurice. To face that, she clutched her hands that afternoon as she walked back into Cailsham.
Oh, Janet, I wish he were mine." She was woman enough, too, to find some consolation in the attention which the people of Cailsham paid to her. She was gratified by the interest which the men in the little town, and principal amongst them, Wilfrid Grierson, showed in her whenever they met.
But fancy wove the story for him. He must have a story with which to realize that her heart really was aching. "If there's no story," he said, "I shan't really believe you're sad." So they sat on the side of the hills, looking out over the head of the tired old man the little town of Cailsham and seeing with their eyes what the tired old man saw all day long the abundant garden of England.
A collection of tin pots in various stages of dilapidation, each one emitting a different hollow note, are spread around him, and there he lies the day through till nightfall, eating the meals that are brought him, humming a tune between them to pass away the time; but ceaselessly beating a discordant dominant upon his sounding drums of tin. This is Cailsham in the spring.
The generous offer of the chaplaincy of a small union, the withdrawal of his son from Oxford, the dismissal of the tutelary services of the lady who had charge of his daughter's education, the replacing of a better man in the rectory at Cailsham all these stages of the little tragedy have no intimate importance in themselves, except that they formed the first evolutionary periods of the development of Sally's life.
To Cailsham they had brought with them an old armchair convertible, at considerable risk to the fingers, into a shake-down bed. "We needn't buy a bed, then," said Mrs. Bishop. "No; but it'll need some sort of coverlet to make it look decent. I've seen them at Robinson's in the High Street for two and eleven-three." "Put that down," said Mrs. Bishop.
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