Forgive me
that I go to the Capel English. Go there I do for the trade. Generous am
I in the collections. Ask the preacher. Take some one else to sit in my
chair in the Palace. Amen. Amen and amen." In his misery he sobbed, and
he would not speak to Ann nor heed her questionings. At the cold of dawn
he thought that Death was creeping down to him, and he screamed: "Allow
me to live for a year--two years--and a grand communion set will I give
to the Welsh capel in Shirland Road. Individual cups. Silver-plated,
Sheffield make. Ann shall send quickly for the price-list."
His fear was such that he would not suffer his beard to be combed, nor
have his face covered by a bedsheet; and he would not stretch himself or
turn his face upwards: in such a manner dead men lie.
Again came Silas to provoke his brother to his death.
"Richmond shops are letting like anything," he said.
"The place is coming on," replied John. "I was lucky to get one in
King's Row. She is cheap too."
"What are you talking about? There's a new boot shop in King's Row
already. Next door to the jeweler."
"You are mistook. I have taken her."
"Well, then, you are cheated.
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