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He would be alone, and apart from life, which was all he wanted. There was even his mother, though she had never meant very much to him.

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Nevertheless the stealthy beating of the round in search of poachers soothed his nerves and took his mind off his thoughts. But when he had done his slow, cautious beating of his bounds--it was nearly a five-mile walk--he was tired. There was no sound save the noise, the faint shuffling noise from Stacks Gate colliery, that never ceased working: and there were hardly any lights, save the brilliant electric rows at the works. But even in its sleep it was an uneasy, cruel world, stirring with the noise of a train or some great lorry on the road, and flashing with some rosy lightning-flash from the furnaces. It was a world of iron and coal, the cruelty of iron and the smoke of coal, and the endless, endless greed that drove it all. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm nice very hottest sexy fucking aunty beautiful pic with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity. He went to the hut, and wrapped himself in the blanket and nice very hottest sexy fucking aunty beautiful pic lay on the floor to sleep. And besides, he felt cruelly his own unfinished nature. He felt his own unfinished condition of aloneness cruelly.

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