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Fading Away

           Thebreadwasnewandcrusty,thebutterfresh,andthesugarlump,ofcourseinfulfilmentofthestandardtestimonyoftheCoketownmagnates,thatthesepeoplelivedlikeprinces,sir.Rachaelmadethetea(solargeapartynecessitatedtheborrowingofacup),andthevisitorenjoyeditmightily.Itwasthefirstglimpseofsocialitythehosthadhadformanydays.Hetoo,withtheworldawideheathbeforehim,enjoyedthemealagainincorroborationofthemagnates,asexemplifyingtheutterwantofcalculationonthepartofthesepeople,sir.

           ‘Ihaneverthowtyet,missus,’saidStephen,‘o’askinthyname.’

           Theoldladyannouncedherselfas‘Mrs.Pegler.’

           ‘Awidder,Ithink?’saidStephen.

           ‘Oh,manylongyears!’Mrs.Pegler’shusband(oneofthebestonrecord)wasalreadydead,byMrs.Pegler’scalculation,whenStephenwasborn.

           ‘’Twereabadjob,too,tolosesogoodaone,’saidStephen.‘Onnychildren?’

           Mrs.Pegler’scup,rattlingagainsthersaucerassheheldit,denotedsomenervousnessonherpart.‘No,’shesaid.‘Notnow,notnow.’

           ‘Dead,Stephen,’Rachaelsoftlyhinted.

           ‘I’msooaryIhaspok’non’t,’saidStephen,‘Ioughtt’hadninmymindasImighttouchasoreplace.IIblamemyseln.’

           Whileheexcusedhimself,theoldlady’scuprattledmoreandmore.‘Ihadason,’shesaid,curiouslydistressed,andnotbyanyoftheusualappearancesofsorrow;‘andhedidwell,wonderfullywell.Butheisnottobespokenofifyouplease.

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