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Arundel the next day, and Mrs. Jefferies 

 must show me the town. 'He would do 

 well enough for one day. A good neighbour 

 would come in, and with little Phyllis and 

 the maid he would be safe/ 



" Therefore we went to Arundel (a short 

 journey by train), and on coming back found 

 him standing against the door-post to welcome 

 us. 



" I have seldom been more touched than by 

 my experience of that evening, finding, amongst 

 other things, that he had partly planned and 

 insisted on this Arundel trip to get us away 

 so that he might, unrebuked, spend some of 

 his latest hard earnings in a pint of ' Perrier 

 Jouet ' for my supper. 



" Do you know Goring churchyard ? It is 

 one of those dreary, over- crowded, dark spots 

 where the once-gravelled paths are green with 

 slimy moss, and it was a horror to poor 

 Jefferies. More than once he repeated the 

 hope that he might not be laid there, and he 

 chose the place where his widow at last left 

 him amongst the brighter grass and flowers 

 at Broadwater. 



