But one of these days everything will click back into place. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. \" Cathy poured her a glass. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. She had underestimated his animal ability to sense weakness. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less.
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