" He had really a manner of his own, and I could only try to keep up with him. He had skin the same colour as the turf-coloured bogwater in the shallow end of the bath and when he walked along the side his feet slapped loudly on the wet tiles and at every step his thighs shook a little because he was fat. It was part of what I already liked Mrs. Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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