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'No little children love me.' Strange that he should think of this, which had never troubled him before; perhaps the sewing machine brought it to his mind. For long he muttered to himself, staring at Smee, who was hemming placidly, under the conviction that all children feared him. NO LITTLE CHILDREN LOVE ME STRANGE THAT HE SHOULD THINK OF THIS WHICH HAD NEVER TROUBLED HIM BEFORE PERHAPS THE SEWING MACHINE BROUGHT IT TO HIS MIND FOR LONG HE MUTTERED TO HIMSELF STARING AT SMEE WHO WAS HEMMING PLACIDLY UNDER THE CONVICTION THAT ALL CHILDREN FEARED HIM
le, it is mine,' he cried. 'Is it quite good form to be distinguished at anything?' the tap-tap from his school replied. 'I am the only man whom Barbecue feared,' he urged; 'and Flint himself feared Barbecue.' 'Barbecue, Flint--what house?' came the cutting retort. Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form? His vitals were tortured by this problem. It was a claw within him sharper than the iron one; and as it tore him, the perspiration dripped down his tallow countenance and streaked his doublet. Ofttimes he drew his sleeve across his face, but there was no damming that trickle. Ah, envy not Hook. There came to him a presentiment of his early dissolution. It was as if Peter's terrible oath had boarded the ship. Hook felt a gloomy desire to make his dying speech, lest presently there should be no time for it. 'Better for Hook,' he cried, 'if he had had less ambition.' It was in his darkest hours only that he referred to himself in the third person. NAL QUESTION FAME FAME THAT GLITTERING BAUBLE IT IS MINE HE CRIED IS IT QUITE GOOD FORM TO BE DISTINGUISHED AT ANYTHING THE TAP TAP FROM HIS SCHOOL REPLIED I AM THE ONLY MAN WHOM BARBECUE FEARED HE URGED AND FLINT HIMSELF FEARED BARBECUE BARBECUE FLINT WHAT HOUSE CAME THE CUTTING RETORT MOST DISQUIETING REFLECTION OF ALL WAS IT NOT BAD FORM TO THINK ABOUT GOOD FORM HIS VITALS WERE TORTURED BY THIS PROBLEM IT WAS A CLAW WITHIN HIM SHARPER THAN THE IRON ONE AND AS IT TORE HIM THE PERSPIRATION DRIPPED DOWN HIS TALLOW COUNTENANCE AND STREAKED HIS DOUBLET OFTTIMES HE DREW HIS SLEEVE ACROSS HIS FACE BUT THERE WAS NO DAMNING THAT TRICKLE AH ENVY NOT HOOK THERE CAME TO HIM A PRESENTIMENT OF HIS EARLY DISSOLUTION IT WAS AS IF PETER'S TERRIBLE OATH HAD BOARDED THE SHIP HOOK FELT A GLOOMY DESIRE TO MAKE HIS DYING SPEECH LEST PRESENTLY THERE SHOULD BE NO TIME FOR IT BETTER FOR HOOK HE CRIED IF HE HAD HAD LESS AMBITION IT WAS IN HIS DARKEST HOURS ONLY WHEN HE REFERRED TO HIMSELF IN THE THIRD PERSON
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