"he wasn't carrion yet." (pg. 7)
"A faint feeling of rebellion stirred in Mr. Tench's heart."
"splintering finger-nails"
"two gold bicuspid teeth"
"Mr Tench cleared his mouth of phlegm. 'What did I say?' He couldn't remember a thing.
'You said my God a pretty one'". Now what could I have meant by that" (Pg.9)
"No, no. Just an expression. I don't believe in anything like that." (pg. 10)
but that is how one lived, putting off everything.
The man was satisfied: he might forget.
That was the whole world to Mr. Tench: the heat and forgetting, the putting off till tomorrow
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