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’
This
is
John
Thomas
marryin
’
Lady
Jane
,
’
he
said
.
’
An
’
we
mun
let
Constance
an
’
Oliver
go
their
ways
.
Maybe
-
-
’
He
spread
out
his
hand
with
a
gesture
,
and
then
he
sneezed
,
sneezing
away
the
flowers
from
his
nose
and
his
navel
.
He
sneezed
again
.
’
Maybe
what
?
’
she
said
,
waiting
for
him
to
go
on
.
He
looked
at
her
a
little
bewildered
.
’
Eh
?
’
he
said
.
’
Maybe
what
?
Go
on
with
what
you
were
going
to
say
,
’
she
insisted
.
’
Ay
,
what
was
I
going
to
say
?
’
He
had
forgotten
.
And
it
was
one
of
the
disappointments
of
her
life
,
that
he
never
finished
.
A
yellow
ray
of
sun
shone
over
the
trees
.
’
Sun
!
’
he
said
.
’
And
time
you
went
.
Time
,
my
Lady
,
time
!
What
’
s
that
as
flies
without
wings
,
your
Ladyship
?
Time
!
Time
!
’
