So, here he was, on the last lap of
middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war
against Death. In Darrell's open features, frankness and honour were written in
legible characters; while, in Jack's physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as
strongly imprinted. He took a
handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young
people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand
for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. His figure was slight, but well-built; and, in stature he did not
exceed five feet four. And in those days, too, he
used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood
on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. “You’re getting too old to put things off, John. You will find the certificate in my pocket.
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