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I
walked
slowly
,
for
I
knew
I
must
give
him
time
to
get
it
out
,
and
I
listened
eagerly
,
but
that
was
unnecessary
,
for
when
it
did
come
it
was
a
very
roar
of
anguish
.
I
turned
my
head
,
and
saw
David
fiercely
pushing
the
woman
aside
,
that
he
might
have
one
last
long
look
at
me
.
He
held
out
his
wistful
arms
and
nodded
repeatedly
,
and
I
faltered
,
but
my
glorious
scheme
saved
me
,
and
I
walked
on
.
It
was
a
scheme
conceived
in
a
flash
,
and
ever
since
relentlessly
pursued
,
to
burrow
under
Mary
's
influence
with
the
boy
,
expose
her
to
him
in
all
her
vagaries
,
take
him
utterly
from
her
and
make
him
mine
.
All
perambulators
lead
to
the
Kensington
Gardens
.
Not
,
however
,
that
you
will
see
David
in
his
perambulator
much
longer
,
for
soon
after
I
first
shook
his
faith
in
his
mother
,
it
came
to
him
to
be
up
and
doing
,
and
he
up
and
did
in
the
Broad
Walk
itself
,
where
he
would
stand
alone
most
elaborately
poised
,
signing
imperiously
to
the
British
public
to
time
him
,
and
looking
his
most
heavenly
just
before
he
fell
.
He
fell
with
a
dump
,
and
as
they
always
laughed
then
,
he
pretended
that
this
was
his
funny
way
of
finishing
.
That
was
on
a
Monday
.
On
Tuesday
he
climbed
the
stone
stair
of
the
Gold
King
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
gloriously
at
each
step
,
and
on
Wednesday
he
struck
three
and
went
into
knickerbockers
.
For
the
Kensington
Gardens
,
you
must
know
,
are
full
of
short
cuts
,
familiar
to
all
who
play
there
;
and
the
shortest
leads
from
the
baby
in
long
clothes
to
the
little
boy
of
three
riding
on
the
fence
.
It
is
called
the
Mother
's
Tragedy
.
If
you
are
a
burgess
of
the
gardens
(
which
have
a
vocabulary
of
their
own
)
,
the
faces
of
these
quaint
mothers
are
a
clock
to
you
,
in
which
you
may
read
the
ages
of
their
young
.
When
he
is
three
they
are
said
to
wear
the
knickerbocker
face
,
and
you
may
take
it
from
me
that
Mary
assumed
that
face
with
a
sigh
;
fain
would
she
have
kept
her
boy
a
baby
longer
,
but
he
insisted
on
his
rights
,
and
I
encouraged
him
that
I
might
notch
another
point
against
her
.
I
was
now
seeing
David
once
at
least
every
week
,
his
mother
,
who
remained
culpably
obtuse
to
my
sinister
design
,
having
instructed
Irene
that
I
was
to
be
allowed
to
share
him
with
her
,
and
we
had
become
close
friends
,
though
the
little
nurse
was
ever
a
threatening
shadow
in
the
background
.
Irene
,
in
short
,
did
not
improve
with
acquaintance
.
I
found
her
to
be
high
and
mighty
,
chiefly
,
I
think
,
because
she
now
wore
a
nurse
's
cap
with
streamers
,
of
which
the
little
creature
was
ludicrously
proud
.
She
assumed
the
airs
of
an
official
person
,
and
always
talked
as
if
generations
of
babies
had
passed
through
her
hands
.
She
was
also
extremely
jealous
,
and
had
a
way
of
signifying
disapproval
of
my
methods
that
led
to
many
coldnesses
and
even
bickerings
between
us
,
which
I
now
see
to
have
been
undignified
.
I
brought
the
following
accusations
against
her
:
That
she
prated
too
much
about
right
and
wrong
.
That
she
was
a
martinet
.
That
she
pretended
it
was
a
real
cap
,
with
real
streamers
,
when
she
knew
Mary
had
made
the
whole
thing
out
of
a
muslin
blind
.
I
regret
having
used
this
argument
,
but
it
was
the
only
one
that
really
damped
her
.
On
the
other
hand
,
she
accused
me
of
spoiling
him
.
