tarily remembered  from t you mig of difficulty in believing I ever belonged to it.

    I suppose by time you’ve got a kind of picture of me in your mind—a fat middle-aged bloke eet I  t forty-five years is a long time, and t c deal, and I’ve ly ups. It may seem queer, but my fat a  a son of or-car and live in a tle above my origin, and at otimes I’ve touc we she war.

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