AN UMBRELLA MAN 195 



bee its business, in which was its life, among sunbeams 

 and flowers; and they were glad. The old man smacked 

 his lips as he drained the salty broth, tried three times to 

 light his empty pipe and then knocked out the ashes and 

 spat vigorously, and took a turn up the lane alone in the 

 scent of the bracken. 



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