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� and old friends. A future for Corker and Pigge; they had travelled six hundred miles by now and, though they did not know it, were nearing the Soudanese frontier. Soon they would be kindly received by a District Commissioner, vetted and re-victualled and sent on their way home. A future for K�hen. She was sitting, at the moment, in the second-class saloon of a ship bound for Madagascar, writing a letter:�

Darling William,

We are going to Madagascar. My husband used to have a friend there and he says it is more comfortable than to come to Europe so will you please send us the money there. Not care of the consul because that would not be comfortable but poste restante. My husband says I should not have sold the specimens but I explained that you would pay what they are worth so now he does not mind. They are worth �50. It will be better if you will buy francs because he says you will get more than we should. We look forward very much to getting the money, so please send it by the quickest way. The boat was not worth very much money when we got to French territory. I am very well. Ever your loving, K�CHEN

A future for William ...

...the waggons lumber in the lane under their golden glory of harvested sheaves, he wrote; maternal rodents pilot their furry brood through the stubble...

He laid down his pen. Lush Places need not be finished until tomorrow evening. The rest of the family had already gone up. William took the last candle from the table and put out the lamps in the hall. Under the threadbare carpet the stair-boards creaked as he mounted. Before getting into bed he drew the curtain and threw open the window. Moonlight streamed into the room. Outside the owls hunted maternal rodents and their furry broods.

The End