Richard Church, The crab-apple tree, Londres, Heinemann, 1959.

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..fawned, wriggled, moaned, lashed with his tail, and made appealing eyes at the mortal who, at that moment, was more like a gigantic caddis-worm than a human being. His slept- in trousers and jersey, wrinkled and discoloured, the scarf round his neck, the cap on his head, appeared to be stuck on rather than worm. Out of this aggregate figure peered the eyes and nose that pronounced the character of the man : disconsolate, resigned, meek, but touched with the paradox of obstinacy. Gregory Marshall stood and contemplated the picture..

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Tom Bright came down the lane, lurchig along, his haïr tufting out below the greasy cap, his clothes ( in spite of Maggie’s efforts) so oddly hung about him that he looked a like a gigantic caddis-worm, both in shape and colour. Furtively, he carried a basin, half-hidden under his coat. Patch, who evidently had spent some time with him up at the old cottage, accompagnied him, walking ar his side. He was about to enter the bar, when his one eye caught sight of..