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Mr. Polly sat up after an interval of an indeterminate length among
the ruins of an idyllic afternoon. Quite a lot of things seemed
scattered and broken, but it was difficult to grasp it all at once. He
stared between the legs of people. He became aware of a voice,
speaking slowly and complainingly.
"Someone ought to pay for those tea things," said the father in
mourning. "We didn't bring them 'ere to be danced on, not by no manner
of means."
X
There followed an anxious peace for three days, and then a rough man
in a blue jersey, in the intervals of trying to choke himself with
bread and cheese and pickled onions, broke out abruptly into
information.
"
"
"
Jim's lagged again, Missus," he said.
What!" said the landlady. "Our Jim?"
Your Jim," said the man, and after an absolutely necessary pause for
swallowing, added: "Stealin' a 'atchet."
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