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[2347] he moved away from the bed.
[2348] It was then I saw he was wearing
brown boots, which gave me such a shock as no words can convey.
[2349] They were copiously casked [place = supralinear] caked with fresh mud and I said to myself,
Through what sloughs has he had to toil to reach me?
[2350] I wonder if
he was looking for something in particular, it would be so nice to
know.
[2351] I shall tear a page out of my exercise-book and reproduce
upon [place = margin left] it, from memory, what follows, and show it to him to-morrow,
or to-day, or some other day, if he ever comes back.
[2352] 1. Who are
u [place = overwritten] you?
[2353] 2. What do you do, for a living?
[2355] 3. Are you looking for some-
thing in particular? 4. particular? [2356] What else?
[2357] 4. Why are you so
cross?
[2358] 5. Have I offended you?
[2359] 6. Do you know anything about me?
[2360] 7. It was wrong of you to strike me.
[2361] 8. Give me my stick.
[2362] 9. Are
you your own employer?
[2363] 10. If not who sends you?
[2364] 11. Put back my
things where you found them.
[2365] 12. Why has my soup been stopped?
[2366] 13. For what reason are my pots no longer emptied?
[2367] 14. Do you
think I shall last much longer?
[2368] 15. May I ask you a favour?
[2369] 16.
Your conditions are mine.
[2370] 17. Why brown boots and whence the mud?
[2371] 18. You couldn't by any chance let me have the butt of a pencil?
[2372] 19. Number your answers.
[2373] 20. Don't go, I haven't finished.
[2374] Will
one page suffice?
[2375] There cannot be many left.
[2376] I might as well ask
for a rubber while I am about it.
[2377] 21. Could you lend me an India
rubber?
[2378] When he had gone I said to myself, But surely I have seen
him somewhere before.
[2379] And the people I have seen have seen me too,
I can guarantee that.
[2380] But of whom may it not be said, I know that
man?
[2381] Drivel, drivel.
[2382] And then at evening morning is so far away.
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