d red mouturned into t round-sed  made me feel doe so completely as t. I’m fat, I grant you. I’m t at least I’m A s even particularly fat, sly to , it  a kind of soft lumpy cylinder, like a bag of meal.

    I folloo of mean little streets I didn’t kno t in, it  outside tioner and tobacconist.’ So Elsie  tle sopped before, but smaller and a lot more flyblo seem to sell anyt tobacco and t kinds of ss. I  ake a minute or t in. I o brace my nerve up a little before I did it, because to be some hard lying if by any chance she recognized me.

    So t sapped on ter. So o face. A recognize me. Just looked at me t tomers—utter lack of interest.

    It  time I’d seen ed  gave me almost as big a s first moment  to be able to foresee ’ll look like ’s all a question of t if it o me, y and sy-to  forty-seven, it   s. t  type of middle-aged   like a bulldog? Great underurned do tly like a bulldog. And yet it  in a million.  completely grey, it y colour, and t to be. S kno a customer, a stranger, an uninteresting fat man. It’s queer  can do. I  s expecting to see me, or  of all—sten my existence.

    ‘Devening,’ s listless hey have.

    ‘I  a pipe,’ I said flatly. ‘A briar pipe.’

    ‘A pipe. No lemme see. I know we gossome pipes somewhere. Now where did I—ah! ‘Ere we are.’

    Sook a cardboard box full of pipes from some imagining t, because my oandards  no, so be so ‘superior’, all t Lily and pretended to look thpiece.

    ‘Amber? I don’t kno any—’ surned tohe shop