Sheffey monroe knighten feb.1889

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Nothing contentious -- a little milk, some eggs, some bacon, a carton or two of chocolate custard and a simple half-pound of butter. He had left them, innocently, on top of the fridge as if to say, Oh, when you have a moment, perhaps you could pop these inside.
He could have withstood it -- the hateful, abject humiliation of it all was something to which he had, in different ways, now become accustomed, and he was quite anonymous in his little tent in the back garden of the pub -- he could have withstood it all if he hadn t been so horribly, excruciatingly good at it.
He wore black wool gloves, but he was always complaining how his fingers were frozen. It's too bloody cold to hunt, he said. Bugger this bear, he's not worth freezing over.