But I o see t Binfield house.

    I felt really bad t morning. t  ever since I struck Lo continuously from every opening time to every closing time. t  occurred to me till te,  really to do. t rip ed to so far—the booze.

    to tcs and scling to and fro. My enemies, I t. t’s sacked to if it  to find Loo a kind of Dagen  like to see tting fuller and country turning into to it isn’t t at all. I don’t mind to merely spread like gravy over a tableclot people  to o live, and t if a factory isn’t in one place it’ll be in anoturesqueness, trified stuff, ter dis- not, it merely gives me tever  picturesque. Motiques t endy  like gateleg tables—s your legs’. As for pey greasy stuff’, s. And yet, say   no you probably can’t reamlined milk-bar o look for it, and I  found it. And yet some even no got my teet for an aspirin and a cup of tea.

    And t started me t t Binfield er seeing o too see ed. And yet it migoor-oil and paper bags. But maybe till t black fisill cruising round it. Maybe, even, it ill  day to t existed. It e possible. It  of ten brusrees gave o oaks round about t people don’t care to penetrate. Queerer things have happened.

    I didn’t start out till late afternoon. It must   four  and drove on to t and stopped and trees began. t took t-o make a detour round and come back to Binfield  presently I stopped to  trees seemed just to a bit of grass beside t out and  tillness, t beds of rustling leaves t seem to go on from year to year  rotting. Not a creature