| That past!... I was-in those days-rather a nice fellow, rather shy- taste for grey in my clothes, weedy little moustache, face interesting, slight stutter which I had caught in my early life from a schoolfellow. Engaged to a very nice girl, named Delia. Fairly new, she was- cigarettes-liked me because I was human and original. Considered I was like Lamb-on the strength of the stutter, I believe. |
