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PART III - CHAPTER VIII
A PROSPECT AMONG THE MARSHES OF LETHE

spitting his moustache off his face, and fetch the horse a cut with the whip. It went off like a flame along hot paraffin. The kid shrieked and clung. Georgie went rushing after him, running staggery, and swearing, fairly screaming-awful-'a lily-livered little swine!' The high lanky race-horse went larroping round as if it was going mad. I was dazed. Then Me- came rushing, and the other two lads, all screaming. She went for George, but he lifted his whip like the devil. She daren't go near him-she rushed at him, and stopped, rushed at him, and stopped, striking at him with her two fists. He waved his whip and kept her off, and the race-horse kept tearing along. Meg flew to stop it, he ran with his drunken totterstep, brandishing his whip. I flew as well. I hit him with my basket. The kid fell off, and Meg rushed to him. Some men came running. George stood fairly shuddering. You would never have known his face, Cyril. He was mad, demoniacal. I feel sometimes as if I should burst and shatter to bits like a sky-rocket tivhen I think of it. I've got such a weal on my arm.
I lost Percival Charles's ninepence, and my nice white cloth out of the basket, and everything, besides having black looks on Thursday because it was mutton chops, which he hates. Oh, Cyril, ' I wish I was a cassowary, on the banks of the Timbuctoo.' When I saw Meg sobbing over that lad-thank goodness he wasn't hurt!I wished our Georgie was dead; I do now, also; I wish we only had to remember him. I haven't been to see them lately-can't stand Meg's ikeyness. I wonder how it all will end.
There's P. C. bidding 'Good-night and God bless you' to Brother Jakes, and no supper ready ..
As soon as I could, after reading Alice's letter, I went down to Eberwich to see how things were. Memories of the old days came over me again till my heart hungered for its old people.
They told me at the Hollies that, after a bad attack of delirium tremens, George had been sent to Papplewick in the lonely country to stay with Emily. I borrowed a bicycle to ride the nine miles. The summer had been wet, and everything was late. At the end of September the foliage was heavy green, and the wheat stood dejectedly in stook. I rode through the still sweetness of an autumn morning. The mist was folded blue along the hedges; the elm-trees loomed up along the dim walls of the morning, the horse-chestnut-trees at hand flickered with a few yellow leaves like bright blossoms. As I rode through the tree tunnel by the church where, on his last night, the keeper had told me his story, I smelled the cold rotting of the leaves of the cloudy summer.

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