Chapter 10

           Whenhewokeitwaswiththesensationofhavingsleptforalongtime,butaglanceattheold-fashionedclocktoldhimthatitwasonlytwenty-thirty.Helaydozingforawhile;thentheusualdeep-lungedsingingstruckupfromtheyardbelow: 

           ‘Itwasonlyan’opelessfancy, 

           ItpassedlikeanIprildye, 

           Butalookan’awordan’thedreamstheystirred 

           They’avestolenmy’eartawye!’ 

           Thedrivellingsongseemedtohavekeptitspopularity.Youstillhearditallovertheplace.IthadoutlivedtheHateSong.Juliawokeatthesound,stretchedherselfluxuriously,andgotoutofbed. 

           ‘I’mhungry,’shesaid.‘Let’smakesomemorecoffee.Damn!Thestove’sgoneoutandthewater’scold.’Shepickedthestoveupandshookit.‘There’snooilinit.’ 

           ‘WecangetsomefromoldCharrington,Iexpect.’ 

           ‘ThefunnythingisImadesureitwasfull.I’mgoingtoputmyclotheson,’sheadded.‘Itseemstohavegotcolder.’ 

           Winstonalsogotupanddressedhimself.Theindefatigablevoicesangon: 

           ‘Theysyethattime’ealsallthings, 

           Theysyeyoucanalwaysforget;