The Pandervils (52 page)

Ah, what's this! He unfolded the paper, flattened it on the sill, and fumbled for his spectacle-case. A letter from the War Office, he could decipher that much, but the rest was blurred to his weak sight. He found his spectacles and put them on. That's better! That's splendid! Now, let's see what they … What's it mean? Killed in action … killed … that means he won't come back … poor Willy! But before he had read the letter to the end his mind was clear again. He stared into the idiot face of outrage. My son Nicky, my little son … now you're fit to kiss the ladies, Nicky … O Jesus let me die.

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