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When
he
ultimately
got
past
my
defence
,
with
a
jumpy
one
which
broke
awkwardly
from
the
off
,
I
had
fetched
twenty-three
so
that
he
needed
twenty
to
win
,
a
longer
hand
than
he
had
ever
yet
made
.
As
I
gave
him
the
bat
he
looked
brave
,
but
something
wet
fell
on
my
hand
,
and
then
a
sudden
fear
seized
me
lest
David
should
not
win
.
At
the
very
outset
,
however
,
he
seemed
to
master
the
bowling
,
and
soon
fetched
about
ten
runs
in
a
classic
manner
.
Then
I
tossed
him
a
Yorker
which
he
missed
and
it
went
off
at
a
tangent
as
soon
as
it
had
reached
the
tree
.
"
Not
out
,
"
I
cried
hastily
,
for
the
face
he
turned
to
me
was
terrible
.
Soon
thereafter
another
incident
happened
,
which
I
shall
always
recall
with
pleasure
.
He
had
caught
the
ball
too
high
on
the
bat
,
and
I
just
missed
the
catch
.
"
Dash
it
all
!
"
said
I
irritably
,
and
was
about
to
resume
bowling
,
when
I
noticed
that
he
was
unhappy
.
He
hesitated
,
took
up
his
position
at
the
wicket
,
and
then
came
to
me
manfully
.
"
I
am
a
cad
,
"
he
said
in
distress
,
"
for
when
the
ball
was
in
the
air
I
prayed
.
"
He
had
prayed
that
I
should
miss
the
catch
,
and
as
I
think
I
have
already
told
you
,
it
is
considered
unfair
in
the
Gardens
to
pray
for
victory
.
My
splendid
David
!
He
has
the
faults
of
other
little
boys
,
but
he
has
a
noble
sense
of
fairness
.
"
We
shall
call
it
a
no-ball
,
David
,
"
I
said
gravely
.
I
suppose
the
suspense
of
the
reader
is
now
painful
,
and
therefore
I
shall
say
at
once
that
David
won
the
match
with
two
lovely
fours
,
the
one
over
my
head
and
the
other
to
leg
all
along
the
ground
When
I
came
back
from
fielding
this
last
ball
I
found
him
embracing
his
bat
,
and
to
my
sour
congratulations
he
could
at
first
reply
only
with
hysterical
sounds
.
But
soon
he
was
pelting
home
to
his
mother
with
the
glorious
news
.
And
that
is
how
we
let
Barbara
in
.
It
was
only
yesterday
afternoon
,
dear
reader
,
exactly
three
weeks
after
the
birth
of
Barbara
,
that
I
finished
the
book
,
and
even
then
it
was
not
quite
finished
,
for
there
remained
the
dedication
,
at
which
I
set
to
elatedly
.
I
think
I
have
never
enjoyed
myself
more
;
indeed
,
it
is
my
opinion
that
I
wrote
the
book
as
an
excuse
for
writing
the
dedication
.
"
Madam
"
(
I
wrote
wittily
)
,
"
I
have
no
desire
to
exult
over
you
,
yet
I
should
show
a
lamentable
obtuseness
to
the
irony
of
things
were
I
not
to
dedicate
this
little
work
to
you
.
For
its
inception
was
yours
,
and
in
your
more
ambitious
days
you
thought
to
write
the
tale
of
the
little
white
bird
yourself
.
Why
you
so
early
deserted
the
nest
is
not
for
me
to
inquire
.
It
now
appears
that
you
were
otherwise
occupied
.
In
fine
,
madam
,
you
chose
the
lower
road
,
and
contented
yourself
with
obtaining
the
Bird
.
May
I
point
out
,
by
presenting
you
with
this
dedication
,
that
in
the
meantime
I
am
become
the
parent
of
the
Book
?
To
you
the
shadow
,
to
me
the
substance
.
Trusting
that
you
will
accept
my
little
offering
in
a
Christian
spirit
,
I
am
,
dear
madam
,
"
etc.
.
It
was
heady
work
,
for
the
saucy
words
showed
their
design
plainly
through
the
varnish
,
and
I
was
re-reading
in
an
ecstasy
,
when
,
without
warning
,
the
door
burst
open
and
a
little
boy
entered
,
dragging
in
a
faltering
lady
.
