Ben Sees It Through. J. Farjeon Jefferson

that he should not really be moving towards Southampton instead of away from it. He might have changed his policy, asked the driver to stop, got out, and walked back, but for the practical certainty that Molly would have left Southampton if she’d been there before Ben reached it if he got there.

      ‘Corse, I ain’t really got a brine,’ he told himself, miserably. ‘It’s jest a bit o’ cotton.’

      That was what it felt like.

      The driver made two more essays at conversation. The first essay was,

      ‘Is Salisbury where you live, mate?’