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Mr. Carey stood up slowly and shook hands with the little boy. Then on second thoughts he bent down and kissed his forehead. He was a man of somewhat less than average height, inclined to corpulence, with his hair, worn long, arranged over the scalp so as to conceal his baldness. He was clean shaven. His features were regular, and it was possible to imagine that in his youth he had been good looking. On his watch chain he wore a gold cross. You re going to live with me now, Philip, said white liverpool shirt Mr. Carey. Shall you like that Two years before Philip had been sent down to stay at the vicarage after an attack of chicken pox but there remained with him a recollection of an attic and a large garden rather than of his uncle and aunt. Yes. You must look upon me and your Aunt Louisa as your father and mother. The child s mouth trembled a little, he reddened, but did not answer. Your dear mother left you in my charge. Mr. Carey had no great ease in expressing himself. When the news came that his sister in law was dying, he set off at once for London, but on the way thought of nothing but the disturbance in his life that would be caused if her death forced him to undertake the care of her son. He was well over fifty, and his wife, to whom he had been married for thirty years, was childless he did not look forward with any pleasure to the presence of a small boy who might be noisy and rough. He had never much liked his sis. ter in law. I m going to take you down real madrid official jersey to Blackstable tomorrow, he said. With Emma The child put his hand in hers.ed men to talk about football and racing, and he knew nothing of either. He did not know the catchwords which only need be said to excite a laugh. Printed matter had always been a fetish to Philip, and now, in order to make himself more interesting, he read industriously The Sporting Times. chapter 62 Philip did not surrender himself willingly to the passion that consumed him. 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Philip, burrowing as was his habit into the state of his feelings, discussing with himself continually his condition, came to the real madrid official jersey conclusion that he could only cure himself of his degrading passion by making Mildred his mistress. It was sexual hunger that he suffered from, and if he could satisfy this he might free himself from the intolerable chains that bound.
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He was very anxious not to bore Mildred with too much of his society, and so had arranged that he should not see her till dinner time. She was ready when he fetched her, and he chaffed her for her unwonted punctuality. She was wearing a new dress he had given her. He remarked on its smartness. It ll have to go back and be altered, she said. The skirt hangs all wrong. You ll have to make the dressmaker hurry up if you want to manchester city kit stockists take it to Paris with you. It ll be ready in time for that. Only three more whole days. We ll go over by the eleven o clock, shall we If you like. He would have her for nearly a month entirely to himself. His eyes rested on her with hungry adoration. He was able to laugh a little at his own passion. I wonder what it is I see in you, he smiled. That s a nice thing to say, she answered. Her body was so thin that one could almost see her skeleton. Her chest was as flat as a boy s. 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