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           AndthenshestartedcarryingonwithafellowfromKinbrook,Idon’tknowifyouknowhim,anoldishfellowwitharednose,ratherdandified,Willcock,asworksinHarrison’swoodyard.Wellhe’ssixty-five,ifhe’saday,yetyou’dhavethoughttheywereapairofyoungturtle-doves,toseethem,arminarm,andkissingatthegate:yes,an’shesittingonhiskneerightinthebaywindowonPyeCroftRoad,foranybodytosee.Andhe’sgotsonsoverforty:onlylosthiswifetwoyearsago.IfoldJamesAllsopphasn’trisenfromhisgrave,it’sbecausethereisnorising:forhekeptherthatstrict!Nowthey’remarriedandgonetolivedownatKinbrook,andtheysayshegoesroundinadressing-gownfrommorningtonight,averitablesight.I’msureit’sawful,thewaytheoldonesgoon!Whythey’realotworsethantheyoung,andasightmoredisgusting.Ilayitdowntothepictures,myself.Butyoucan’tkeepthemaway.Iwasalwayssaying:gotoagoodinstructivefilm,butdoforgoodnesssakekeepawayfromthesemelodramasandlovefilms.Anyhowkeepthechildrenaway!Butthereyouare,grown-upsareworsethanthechildren:andtheoldonesbeattheband.

           ’Talkaboutmorality!Nobodycaresathing.Folksdoesastheylike,andmuchbetterofftheyareforit,Imustsay.Butthey’rehavingtodrawtheirhornsinnowadays,nowth’pitsareworkingsobad,andtheyhaven’tgotthemoney.Andthegrumblingtheydo,it’sawful,especiallythewomen.