On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. A bad man, in fact. And we men would work for them and serve them in loyal fealty. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. Amongst them was a revolver. I naturally want to do it up in proper style. “Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road.
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