. . .
And so on and so on and so on. . . .
When daylight came it found Benham still wide awake. Things crept
mournfully out of the darkness into a reproachful clearness. The
sound of birds that had been so delightful on the yesterday was now
no longer agreeable. The thrushes, he thought, repeated themselves
a great deal.
He fell asleep as it seemed only a few minutes before the landlord,
accompanied by a great smell of frying bacon, came to call him.
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The second day opened rather dully for Benham. There was not an
idea left in his head about anything in the world. It was--SOLID.
He walked through Bramley and Godalming and Witley and so came out
upon the purple waste of Hindhead. He strayed away from the road
and found a sunny place of turf amidst the heather and lay down and
slept for an hour or so. He arose refreshed. He got some food at
the Huts Inn on the Hindhead crest and went on across sunlit
heathery wildernesses variegated by patches of spruce and fir and
silver birch. And then suddenly his mental inanition was at an end
and his thoughts were wide and brave again.
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