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It would be difficult to say where he slept. In summer anywhere; in winter where he could find warmth. Like animals better clad than he, yet like him able to endure cold, he revelled in mere heat when he could come by it. IT WOULD BE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHERE HE SLEPT IN SUMMER ANYWHERE IN WINTER WHERE HE COULD FIND WARMTH LIKE ANIMALS BETTER CLAD THAN HE YET LIKE HIM ABLE TO ENDURE COLD HE REVELLED IN MERE HEAT WHEN HE COULD COME BY IT
 to Gibbie’s eyes at least looking unhappy, were at the moment blundering through the twenty-third psalm. Ever after, even when now Sir Gilbert more than understood the great song, the words, “thy rod and thy staff,” like the spell of a necromancer would still call up the figure of the dame irate, in her horn spectacles and her black-ribboned cap, leaning with one arm on her crutch, and with the other uplifting what was with her no mere symbol of authority. Like a shell from a mortar, he departed from the house. She hobbled to the door after him, but his diminutive figure many yards away, his little bare legs misty with swiftness as he ran, was the last she ever saw of him, and her pupils had a bad time of it the rest of the day. He never even entered the street again in which she lived. Thus, after one night’s brief interval of respectability, he was again a rover of the city, a flitting insect that lighted here and there, and spread wings of departure the moment a fresh desire awoke. URCHINS TO GIBBEY'S EYES AT LEAST LOOKING UNHAPPY WERE AT THE MOMENT BLUNDERERING THROUGH THE TWENTY THIRD PSALM EVER AFTER EVEN WHEN NOW SIR GILBERT MORE THAN UNDERSTOOD THE GREAT SONG THE WORDS QUOTE THY ROD AND THY STAFF IN QUOTE LIKE THE SPELL OF A NECROMANCER WOULD STILL CALL UP THE FIGURE OF THE DAME IRATE IN HER HORN SPECTACLES AND HER BLACK RIBBON CAP LEANING WITH ONE ARM ON HER CRUTCH AND WITH THE OTHER UPLIFTING WHAT WAS WITH HER NO MERE SYMBOL OF AUTHORITY LIKE A SHELL FROM A MORTAR HE DEPARTED FROM THE HOUSE SHE HOBBLED TO THE DOOR AFTER HIM BUT HIS DIMINUTIVE FIGURE MANY YARDS AWAY HIS LITTLE BARE LEGS MISTY WITH SWIFTNESS AS HE RAN WAS THE LAST SHE EVER SAW OF HIM AND HER PUPILS HAD A BAD TIME OF IT THE REST OF THE DAY HE NEVER EVEN ENTERED THE STREET AGAIN IN WHICH SHE LIVED THUS AFTER ONE NIGHT'S BRIEF INTERVAL OF RESPECTABILITY HE WAS AGAIN A ROVER OF THE CITY A FLITTING INSECT THAT LIGHTED HERE AND THERE AND SPREAD WEEDS OF DEPARTURE IN THE MOMENT A FRESH DESIRE AWOKE
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