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"I had a bit of luck," he answered cheerfully, "as I went out of the
house where I had managed to get on to a telephone, there came a car down
the road, and I asked the man who was driving it if he would give me a
lift. My luck held, for he was actually breaking his journey for half an
hour here, at Beechfield!"
He was talking rather quickly now, as if at last aware of something
painful, awkward, in the atmosphere.
"Others all out?" he asked. "Perhaps you'll show me my room, godson?"
"Wouldn't you like to see Nanna?" asked Timmy officiously. "She's so
looking forward to seeing you. She wants to thank you for the big
Shetland shawl she supposes you sent her last Christmas, and she has an
idea that the little real silver teapot she got on her birthday came from
you too. It has on it 'A Present for a Good Girl.'"
* * * * *
As Radmore followed Timmy up the once familiar staircase, he felt
extraordinarily moved.
How strange the thought that while not only his own life, but the lives
of all the people with whom he had been so intimately associated, had
changed--this old house had remained absolutely unaltered! Nothing had
been added--as far as he could see--and nothing taken away, and yet the
human atmosphere was quite other than what it had been ten years ago.
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