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It was a very happy funeral. Even the sun shone that day for|on the late Henry Ground. Lying in his coffin, he was probably enjoying himself too. Once more, and for the last time on this earth, he was the centre of attention. People laughed and told NP each other jokes. Relatives who had not spoken for|in years smiled at each other and promised to stay in touch from now on. And, of course, everyone had a favourite story to tell about Henry.
"What about the time he dressed up in gypsy costume and went from door to door telling NP people's fortunes? He actually made $6 in an afternoon!"
"That reminds NP me of the time I was having dinner with him at|in a posh restaurant. When the wine waiter brought the wine, he poured a drop into Henry's glass and waited with a superior expression on his face. So Henry, instead of tasting NP it, the way any normal person would, dipped his thumb and forefinger into|in the wine in his glass. Then he put his hand to|up to his ear and rolled his forefinger and thumb together as if he were listening to the quality of the wine! Then he nodded to|at the waiter solemnly, as if to say 'Yes, that's fine. You may serve it.' You should have seen the look on the wine waiter's face! And how Henry managed to keep from laughing, I'll never know!"
"Did you hear about|of the practical joke he played when he was a student at|in Oxford, the one about the roadmenders. Some workmen were digging a hole in the road. First, Henry went to the police and told NP them about some 'students' who were digging the road up for|as a joke. Then he approached NP the workmen, and explained to them that some students had dressed up as policemen and were coming to tell them to stop digging the hole! Well, you can imagine what happened!"
"Yes, old Henry loved to play tricks on people. Once, when he was invited to a modern art exhibition, he managed somehow to get into|to the gallery the day before and turn all the paintings upside down. The exhibition ran for four days before anyone noticed!"
"It's hard to believe that Henry was a Ground, when you think how different he was from his brothers!"
Yes, it was difficult to believe NP that he was a Ground. He was born into|to an unimportant but well-to-do family from the Midlands. He was the youngest of five sons. The four older boys were all successful in life. They married beautiful girls of good family, and produced children as handsome and clever as themselves. The eldest son became a clergyman; the second was appointed NP headmaster of|at a famous public school; the third went into business and became disgustingly rich; the fourth followed in his father's footsteps and became a solicitor. But the youngest Ground, Henry, unlike his brothers, turned out to be a lazy good-for-nothing. For Henry, an energetic afternoon consisted of sitting under|underneath|beneath a shady tree, with|NP a pretty companion at|by his side, and all the time in the world to learn the songs of the bees that buzzed around|above|over his head.
Some people whispered that his real father was not the respectable Mr Ground at all, but a wild gypsy who had come one day to the house and had swept Mrs Ground off her feet with his dancing black eyes and his wicked country ways.
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