He loved her so much without her he would die. Geoffrey was right, of course - dear old Geoffrey was rarely wrong - but sometimes when he was alone, the Gearless of Misery's escape from the Grim Reaper came forcibly home to him, and it was nearly impossible to hold the tears back. The layers of gauze kept thickening, moving steadily from gray toward black.
I'll just put a few things away and come right back." As soon as she was out of the room he was reaching behind him, bringing out the boxes and stuffing them under the mattress one by one. "Just a minute longer, Paul, and you can take a snooze." He remembered Geoffrey saying You must not cry in front of her, old man - that is the one thing you must never do "Dear old Geoffrey" He spoke it aloud this time as he stepped into the huge and stuporously warm West Country kitchen. It was only after midnight, an hour after Geoffrey had ridden into the gathering storm to try and fetch the doctor, that the midwife had grown alarmed. Her labor had been long and hard, but no longer and no harder than that of many other young ladies she had seen, the midwife declared. He looked at her helplessly, knowing he was going to be caught after all. " He knew what he wanted to say but it was drifting away from him.
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