And I willed it to be something good, really splendid, truly astonishing. The pay's terrible but, somehow, I'll survive and have something to show future customers. What luck! My first job … well, the first job on my own account. I was so excited that only darkness stopped me from making a start. Having just returned from the war: his nerves were “shot to pieces,” his wife had abandoned him again, and he was “dead broke.” Hired due to a parishioner's bequest his job in Oxgodby was to restore or “uncover a wall-painting” that was hidden for many years and spanned the ceiling above the chancel arch of the town's church.
Birkin had already had his share of bad times. Birkin arrived at Oxgodby one rainy July evening on the last train from London.
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