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It happened one springtiwen, drove off on a Saturday ht not be back till late, as

there was a special show and then ahe had to attend

His family understood that he would enjoy hi it was

pouring with rain Fred Brangwen, unsettled, uneasy, did not go

out, as was his wont He s of water outside This wet, black night

seemed to cut him off and make him unsettled, aware of hi else, aware that he was scarcely

living There seeet satisfied in He dreae of place would not solve his proble And he did not

kno to get it

Tilly, an old wo that the labourers

who had been suppering up said the yard and everywhere was just

a sleater He heard in indifference But he hated a

desolate, raetness in the world He would leave the

Marsh

His mother was in bed At last he shut his book, his mind was

blank, he walked upstairs intoxicated with depression and anger,

and, intoxicated with depression and anger, locked himself into

sleep