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tches。 it’s queer how these women go to pieces once they’re married。 i fiddled among the pipes for a moment and pretended to look them over。 finally i said i’d like one with an amber mouthpiece。
‘amber？ i don’t know as we got any—’ she turned towards the back of the shop and called： ‘ge…orge！’
so the other bloke’s name was george too。 a noise that sounded something like ‘ur！’ came from the back of the shop。
‘ge…orge！ where ju put that other box of pipes？’
george came in。 he was a small stoutish chap； in shirtsleeves； with a bald head and a big gingery…coloured soupstrainer moustache。 his jaw was working in a ruminative kind of way。 obviously he’d been interrupted in the middle of his tea。 the two of them started poking round in search of the other box of pipes。 it was about five minutes before they ran it to earth behind some bottles of sweets。 it’s wonderful； the amount of litter they manage to accumulate in these frowsy little shops where the whole stock is worth about fifty quid。
i watched old elsie poking about among the litter and mumbling to herself。 do you know the kind of shuffling； round…shouldered movements of an old woman who’s lost something？ no use trying to describe to you what i felt。 a kind of cold； deadly desolate feeling。 you can’t conceive it unless you’ve had it。 all i can say is； if there was a girl you used to care about twenty…five years ago； go and have a look at her now。 then perhaps you’ll know what i felt。
but as a matter of fact； the thought that was chiefly in my mind was how differently things turn out from what you expect。 the times i’d had with elsie！ the july nights under the chestnut trees！ wouldn’t you think it would leave some kind of after…effect behind？ who’d have thought the time would ever e when there would be just no feeling whatever between us？ here was i and here was she； our bodies might be a yard apart； and we were just as much strangers as though we’d never met。 as for her； she didn’t even recognize me。 if i told her who i was； very likely she wouldn’t remember。 and if she did remember； what would she feel？ just nothing。 probably wouldn’t even be angry because i’d done the dirty on her。 it was as if the whole thing had never happened。
and on the other hand； who’d ever have foreseen that elsie would end up like this？ she’d seemed the kind of girl who’s bound to go to the devil。 i know there’d been at least one other man before i had met her； and it’s safe to bet there were others between me and the second george。 it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that she’d had a dozen altogether。 i treated her badly； there’s no question about that； and many a time it had given me a bad half…hour。 she’ll end up on the streets； i used to think； or stick her head in the gas oven。 and sometimes i felt i’d been a bit of a bastard； but other times i reflected （what was true enough） that if it hadn’t been me it would have been somebody else。 but you see the way things happen； the kind of dull pointless way。 how many women really end up on the streets？ a damn sight more end up at the mangle。 she hadn’t gone to the bad； or to the good either。 just ended up like everybody else； a fat old woman muddling about a frowsy little shop； with a gingery…moustached george to call her own。 probably got a string of kids as well。 mrs george cookson。 lived respected and died lamented—and might die this side of the bankruptcy…court； if she was lucky。
they’d found the box of pipes。 of course there weren’t any with amber mouthpieces among them。
‘i don’t know as we got any amber ones just at present； sir。 not amber。 we gossome nice vulcanite ones。’
‘i wanted an amber one；’ i said。
‘we gossome nice pipes ‘ere。’ she held one out。 ‘that’s a nice pipe； now。 ‘alf a crown； that one is。’
i took it。 our fingers touched。 no kick； no reaction。 the body doesn’t remember。 and i suppose you think i bought the pipe； just for old sake’s sake； to put half a crown in elsie’s pocket。 but not a bit of it。 i didn’t want the thing。 i don’t smoke a pipe。 i’d merely been making a pretext to e into the shop。 i turned it over in my fingers and then put it down on the counter。
‘doesn’t matter； i’ll leave it；’ i said。 ‘give me a small players’。’
had to buy something； after all that fuss。 george the second； or maybe the third or fourth； routed out a packet of players’； still munching away beneath his moustache。 i could see he was sulky because i’d dragged him away from his tea for nothing。 but it seemed too damn silly to waste half a crown。 i cleared out and that was the last i ever saw of elsie。
i went back to the george and had dinner。 afterwards i went out with some vague idea of going to the pictures； if they were open； but instead i landed up in one of the big noisy pubs in the new part of the town。 there i ran into a couple of chaps from staffordshire who were travelling in hardware； and we got talking about the state of trade； and playing darts and drinking guinness。 by closing time they were both so boozed that i had to take them home in a taxi； and i was a bit under the weather myself； and the next morning i woke up with a worse head than ever。
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PART Ⅳ…5
but i had to see the pool at binfield house。
i felt really bad that morning。 the fact was that ever since i struck lower binfield i’d been drinking almost continuously from every opening time to every closing time。 the reason； though it hadn’t occurred to me till this minute； was that really there’d been nothing else to do。 that was all my trip had amounted to so far—three days on the booze。
the same as the other morning； i crawled over to the window and watched the bowler hats and school caps hustling to and fro。 my enemies； i thought。 the conquering army that’s sacked the town and covered the ruins with fag…ends and paper bags。 i wondered why i cared。 you think； i dare say； that if it had given me a jolt to find lower binfield swollen into a kind of dagenham； it was merely because i don’t like to see the earth getting fuller and country turning into town。 but it isn’t that at all。 i don’t mind towns growing； so long as they do grow and don’t me