" "Forty years!" Griffin put in. He understood little or nothing of it at first but he became slowly aware that his father had enemies and that some fight was going to take place. Every rat had two eyes to look out of. --Jesus! O Jesus! Jesus! He shook the sound out of his ears by an angry toss of his head and hurried on, stumbling through the mouldering offal, his heart already bitten by an ache of loathing and bitterness.