She was suddenly grave. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. Mark you, she wasn’t the only one. ‘I only wish I might have won her confidence. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. My natural parents both died a very long time ago and I have been on my own for a great deal of my existence. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. It was a mad half-hour.
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