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She
said
she
would
do
without
any
tea
but
when
it
came
near
the
time
at
which
the
shop
at
the
corner
closed
she
decided
to
go
out
herself
for
a
quarter
of
a
pound
of
tea
and
two
pounds
of
sugar
.
She
put
the
sleeping
child
deftly
in
his
arms
and
said
:
"
Here
.
Do
n't
waken
him
.
"
A
little
lamp
with
a
white
china
shade
stood
upon
the
table
and
its
light
fell
over
a
photograph
which
was
enclosed
in
a
frame
of
crumpled
horn
.
It
was
Annie
's
photograph
.
Little
Chandler
looked
at
it
,
pausing
at
the
thin
tight
lips
.
She
wore
the
pale
blue
summer
blouse
which
he
had
brought
her
home
as
a
present
one
Saturday
.
It
had
cost
him
ten
and
elevenpence
;
but
what
an
agony
of
nervousness
it
had
cost
him
!
How
he
had
suffered
that
day
,
waiting
at
the
shop
door
until
the
shop
was
empty
,
standing
at
the
counter
and
trying
to
appear
at
his
ease
while
the
girl
piled
ladies
'
blouses
before
him
,
paying
at
the
desk
and
forgetting
to
take
up
the
odd
penny
of
his
change
,
being
called
back
by
the
cashier
,
and
finally
,
striving
to
hide
his
blushes
as
he
left
the
shop
by
examining
the
parcel
to
see
if
it
was
securely
tied
.
When
he
brought
the
blouse
home
Annie
kissed
him
and
said
it
was
very
pretty
and
stylish
;
but
when
she
heard
the
price
she
threw
the
blouse
on
the
table
and
said
it
was
a
regular
swindle
to
charge
ten
and
elevenpence
for
it
.
At
first
she
wanted
to
take
it
back
but
when
she
tried
it
on
she
was
delighted
with
it
,
especially
with
the
make
of
the
sleeves
,
and
kissed
him
and
said
he
was
very
good
to
think
of
her
.
Hm
!
...
He
looked
coldly
into
the
eyes
of
the
photograph
and
they
answered
coldly
.
Certainly
they
were
pretty
and
the
face
itself
was
pretty
.
But
he
found
something
mean
in
it
.
Why
was
it
so
unconscious
and
ladylike
?
The
composure
of
the
eyes
irritated
him
.
They
repelled
him
and
defied
him
:
there
was
no
passion
in
them
,
no
rapture
.
He
thought
of
what
Gallaher
had
said
about
rich
Jewesses
.
Those
dark
Oriental
eyes
,
he
thought
,
how
full
they
are
of
passion
,
of
voluptuous
longing
!
...
Why
had
he
married
the
eyes
in
the
photograph
?
He
caught
himself
up
at
the
question
and
glanced
nervously
round
the
room
.
He
found
something
mean
in
the
pretty
furniture
which
he
had
bought
for
his
house
on
the
hire
system
.
Annie
had
chosen
it
herself
and
it
reminded
hi
of
her
.
It
too
was
prim
and
pretty
.
A
dull
resentment
against
his
life
awoke
within
him
.
Could
he
not
escape
from
his
little
house
?
Was
it
too
late
for
him
to
try
to
live
bravely
like
Gallaher
?
Could
he
go
to
London
?
There
was
the
furniture
still
to
be
paid
for
.
If
he
could
only
write
a
book
and
get
it
published
,
that
might
open
the
way
for
him
.
A
volume
of
Byron
's
poems
lay
before
him
on
the
table
.
He
opened
it
cautiously
with
his
left
hand
lest
he
should
waken
the
child
and
began
to
read
the
first
poem
in
the
book
:
Hushed
are
the
winds
and
still
the
evening
gloom
,
Not
e
'
en
a
Zephyr
wanders
through
the
grove
,
Whilst
I
return
to
view
my
Margaret
's
tomb
