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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. 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
h him to write, Gibbie failed to see the good of it. He must have space, change, adventure, air, or life was not worth the name to him. Above all he must see friendly faces, and that of the old dame was not such. But he desired to be friendly with her, and once, as she leaned over him, put up his hand--not a very clean one, I am bound to give her the advantage of my confessing--to stroke her cheek: she pushed him roughly away, rose in indignation upon her crutch, and lifted her cane to chastise him for the insult. A class of urchins, 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. ND BEGAN TO TEACH HIM TO WRITE GIBBEY FAILED TO SEE THE GOOD OF IT HE MUST HAVE SPACE CHANGE ADVENTURE AIR FOR LIFE WAS NOT WORTH THE NAME TO HIM ABOVE ALL HE MUST SEE FRIENDLY FACES AND THAT OF THE OLD DAME WAS NOT SUCH BUT HE DESIRED TO BE FRIENDLY WITH HER AND ONCE AS SHE LEANED OVER HIM PUT UP HIS HAND NOT A VERY CLEAN ONE I AM BOUND TO GIVE HER THE ADVANTAGE OF MY CONFESSING TO STROKE HER CHEEK SHE PUSHED HIM ROUGHLY AWAY ROSE IN INDIGNATION UPON HER CRUTCH AND LIFTED HER CANE TO CHASTISE HIM FOR THE INSULT A CLASS OF 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
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