TERMINATIONS
the cutlery with a slow inaccuracy, and Kipps, after a whisper to himself, went again to the window. Ann got up and put away her work methodically in the chiffonier.
"When I think," said Kipps, as soon as the door closed again behind Gwendolen, "when I think of the ole people and 'aving to tell 'em of it all—I want to smesh my 'ead against the nearest wall. Smesh my silly brains out! And Buggins—Buggins what I'd 'arf promised to start in a lill' outfitting shop in Rendezvous Street.". . .
Gwendolen returned and restored dignity.
The midday meal spread itself slowly before them. Gwendolen, after her custom, left the door open, and Kipps closed it carefully before sitting down.
He stood for a moment, regarding the meal doubtfully.
"I don't feel as if I could swaller a moufful," he said.
"You got to eat," said Ann. . . .
For a time they said little, and once swallowing was achieved, ate on with a sort of melancholy appetite. Each was now busy thinking.
"After all," said Kipps presently, "whatever 'appens, they can't turn us out or sell us up before nex' quarter-day. I'm pretty sure about that."
"Sell us up!" said Ann.
"I dessay we're bankrup'," said Kipps, trying to say it easily and helping himself with a trembling hand to unnecessary potatoes.
Then a long silence. Ann ceased to eat, and there were silent tears.
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