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But man and woman want something more than mere material comfort, much as that is valued by the Buntings of this world. So, on the walls of the sitting-room, hung neatly framed if now rather faded photographs - photographs of Mr. and Mrs. Bunting's various former employers, and of the pretty country houses in which they had separately lived during the long years they had spent in a not unhappy servitude.
But appearances were not only deceitful, they were more than usually deceitful with regard to these un-fortunate people. In spite of their good furniture - that substantial outward sign of respectability which is the last thing which wise folk who fall into trouble try to dispose of - they were almost at the end of their tether. Already they had learnt to go hungry, and they were beginning to learn to go cold. Tobacco, the last thing the sober man foregoes among his comforts, had been given up some time ago by Bunting. And even Mrs. Bunting - prim, prudent, careful woman as she was in her way - had realised what this must mean to him. So well, indeed, had she understood that some days back she had crept out and bought him a packet of Virginia.