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I went to my home."
Where?"
Don't matter. I went and found out. He'd been in the water some days.
He'd got my clothes and they'd said it was me."
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They?"
"It don't matter. I'm not going back to them."
The fat woman regarded him silently for some time. Her expression of
scrutiny gave way to a quiet satisfaction. Then her brown eyes went to
the river.
"Poor Jim," she said. "'E 'adn't much Tact--ever."
She added mildly: "I can't 'ardly say I'm sorry."
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Nor me," said Mr. Polly, and got a step nearer the thought in him.
But it don't seem much good his having been alive, does it?"
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'E wasn't much good," the fat woman admitted. "Ever."
I suppose there were things that were good to him," Mr. Polly
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