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And before Christmas it will all be over and I shall come flying back and we'll send Miss Bright toddling off home and Don't cry, Mother. Don't cry, Mother. Isn't that so, Sabre? Just training in England. Isn't that so? Now wherever's your old handkerchief got to? Look here; here's mine. Look, this is the one I chose that day with you in Tidborough.
She had questioned Harry about a letter in his post and, naming the headmaster of Tidborough, "Yes, it's from Hammond," he had answered her. "About Huggo?" "Yes, it's about Huggo." Nothing more. They were beginning to have exchanges terse as that. She said presently, "I suppose it would interest me, wouldn't it?" His face was very hard. "Do you want to know the answer I feel like giving to that?"
I took his hand and said, 'Hullo, Sabre. How goes it, old man? Able to do the stairs now, I see. I was down to Tidborough and thought I'd come and look you up again. "'Fine, he said, shaking my hand. 'Jolly nice of you. Then he said, 'Did you go to the office for me, Hapgood? "'Just looked in, I said offhandedly. 'Saw a clerk who said you weren't down to-day, so I came along up.
There had once occurred to him as he rode, and thereafter had persisted and accumulated, the feeling that, on the daily, solitary passage between Tidborough and Penny Green, he was mysteriously detached from, mysteriously suspended between, the two centres that were his two worlds, his business world and his home world.
Next day I went down, knowing nothing about it, of course. I hit up Tidborough about twelve. No train out to Penny Green for an hour, so I went to take a fly. Old chap I went to charter, when he heard it was Sabre's place I was looking for, told me Sabre was at this inquest; said he'd driven him in to it. And told me what inquest. Inquest! You can guess how I felt.
The officer nearer him drew a form towards him and poised a fountain pen over it. Sabre felt it extraordinarily odd to be standing stark naked before two men fully dressed. In his rejection at Tidborough the time before this had not happened. "Any complaints?" Sabre was surprised at such consideration. He thought the reference was to his treatment during examination. "No."
Mark Sabre was not in the least aware of any steadily permeating influence from his sense of detachment on this daily habit of years. But he was influenced. On entering his Penny Green world on the return home, or on entering his Tidborough office world, on the way out, he had sometimes a curious feeling of descending into this odd affair of life to which he did not really belong.
He was presently walking back, returning to Tidborough.
As he passed them came the smell of warm horseflesh and his thought was "Pretty!" He shot ahead and a line came into his mind: "Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Well, he had had certain aspirations, dreams, visions.... He was upon the crest whence the road ran down into Tidborough. Beneath him the spires of the Cathedral lifted exquisitely above the surrounding city.
Thus the whole style and title of the firm had a discreet and beautiful sound, in admirable keeping with its business. Fortune, East and Sabre, The Precincts, Tidborough. Was any one so utterly removed from affairs as not to know them as ecclesiastical furnishers? "They're at Tidborough. Or as scholastic providers? "They're at Tidborough.
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