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Of
not
thinking
of
his
future
.
Of
never
asking
him
where
he
expected
to
go
to
if
he
did
such
things
.
Of
telling
him
tales
that
had
no
moral
application
.
Of
saying
that
the
handkerchief
disappeared
into
nothingness
,
when
it
really
disappeared
into
a
small
tin
cup
,
attached
to
my
person
by
a
piece
of
elastic
.
To
this
last
charge
I
plead
guilty
,
for
in
those
days
I
had
a
pathetic
faith
in
legerdemain
,
and
the
eyebrow
feat
(
which
,
however
,
is
entirely
an
affair
of
skill
)
having
yielded
such
good
results
,
I
naturally
cast
about
for
similar
diversions
when
it
ceased
to
attract
.
It
lost
its
hold
on
David
suddenly
,
as
I
was
to
discover
was
the
fate
of
all
of
them
;
twenty
times
would
he
call
for
my
latest
,
and
exult
in
it
,
and
the
twenty-first
time
(
and
ever
afterward
)
he
would
stare
blankly
,
as
if
wondering
what
the
man
meant
.
He
was
like
the
child
queen
who
,
when
the
great
joke
was
explained
to
her
,
said
coldly
,
"
We
are
not
amused
,
"
and
,
I
assure
you
,
it
is
a
humiliating
thing
to
perform
before
an
infant
who
intimates
,
after
giving
you
ample
time
to
make
your
points
,
that
he
is
not
amused
.
I
hoped
that
when
David
was
able
to
talk
--
and
not
merely
to
stare
at
me
for
five
minutes
and
then
say
"
hat
"
--
his
spoken
verdict
,
however
damning
,
would
be
less
expressive
than
his
verdict
without
words
,
but
I
was
disillusioned
.
I
remember
once
in
those
later
years
,
when
he
could
keep
up
such
spirited
conversations
with
himself
that
he
had
little
need
for
any
of
us
,
promising
him
to
do
something
exceedingly
funny
with
a
box
and
two
marbles
,
and
after
he
had
watched
for
a
long
time
he
said
gravely
,
"
Tell
me
when
it
begins
to
be
funny
.
"
I
confess
to
having
received
a
few
simple
lessons
in
conjuring
,
in
a
dimly
lighted
chamber
beneath
a
shop
,
from
a
gifted
young
man
with
a
long
neck
and
a
pimply
face
,
who
as
I
entered
took
a
barber
's
pole
from
my
pocket
,
saying
at
the
same
time
,
"
Come
,
come
,
sir
,
this
will
never
do
.
"
Whether
because
he
knew
too
much
,
or
because
he
wore
a
trick
shirt
,
he
was
the
most
depressing
person
I
ever
encountered
;
he
felt
none
of
the
artist
's
joy
,
and
it
was
sad
to
see
one
so
well
calculated
to
give
pleasure
to
thousands
not
caring
a
dump
about
it
.
The
barber
's
pole
I
successfully
extracted
from
David
's
mouth
,
but
the
difficulty
(
not
foreseen
)
of
knowing
how
to
dispose
of
a
barber
's
pole
in
the
Kensington
Gardens
is
considerable
,
there
always
being
polite
children
hovering
near
who
run
after
you
and
restore
it
to
you
.
The
young
man
,
again
,
had
said
that
anyone
would
lend
me
a
bottle
or
a
lemon
,
but
though
these
were
articles
on
which
he
seemed
ever
able
to
lay
his
hand
,
I
found
(
what
I
had
never
noticed
before
)
that
there
is
a
curious
dearth
of
them
in
the
Gardens
.
The
magic
egg-cup
I
usually
carried
about
with
me
,
and
with
its
connivance
I
did
some
astonishing
things
with
pennies
,
but
even
the
penny
that
costs
sixpence
is
uncertain
,
and
just
when
you
are
saying
triumphantly
that
it
will
be
found
in
the
egg-cup
,
it
may
clatter
to
the
ground
,
whereon
some
ungenerous
spectator
,
such
as
Irene
,
accuses
you
of
fibbing
and
corrupting
youthful
minds
.
It
was
useless
to
tell
her
,
through
clenched
teeth
,
that
the
whole
thing
was
a
joke
,
for
she
understood
no
jokes
except
her
own
,
of
which
she
had
the
most
immoderately
high
opinion
,
and
that
would
have
mattered
little
to
me
had
not
David
liked
them
also
.
There
were
times
when
I
could
not
but
think
less
of
the
boy
,
seeing
him
rock
convulsed
over
antics
of
Irene
that
have
been
known
to
every
nursemaid
since
the
year
One
.
While
I
stood
by
,
sneering
,
he
would
give
me
the
ecstatic
look
that
meant
,
"
Irene
is
really
very
entertaining
,
is
n't
she
?
"
We
were
rivals
,
but
I
desire
to
treat
her
with
scrupulous
fairness
,
and
I
admit
that
she
had
one
good
thing
,
to
wit
,
her
gutta-percha
tooth
.
In
earlier
days
one
of
her
front
teeth
,
as
she
told
me
,
had
fallen
out
,
but
instead
of
then
parting
with
it
,
the
resourceful
child
had
hammered
it
in
again
with
a
hair-brush
,
which
she
offered
to
show
me
,
with
the
dents
on
it
.
This
tooth
,
having
in
time
passed
away
,
its
place
was
supplied
by
one
of
gutta-percha
,
made
by
herself
,
which
seldom
came
out
except
when
she
sneezed
,
and
if
it
merely
fell
at
her
feet
this
was
a
sign
that
the
cold
was
to
be
a
slight
one
,
but
if
it
shot
across
the
room
she
knew
she
was
in
for
something
notable
.
Irene
's
tooth
was
very
favourably
known
in
the
Gardens
,
where
the
perambulators
used
to
gather
round
her
to
hear
whether
it
had
been
doing
anything
to-day
,
and
I
would
not
have
grudged
David
his
proprietary
pride
in
it
,
had
he
seemed
to
understand
that
Irene
's
one
poor
little
accomplishment
,
though
undeniably
showy
,
was
without
intellectual
merit
.
I
have
sometimes
stalked
away
from
him
,
intimating
that
if
his
regard
was
to
be
got
so
cheaply
I
begged
to
retire
from
the
competition
,
but
the
Gardens
are
the
pleasantest
club
in
London
,
and
I
soon
returned
.
How
I
scoured
the
Gardens
looking
for
him
,
and
how
skilful
I
became
at
picking
him
out
far
away
among
the
trees
,
though
other
mothers
imitated
the
picturesque
attire
of
him
,
to
Mary
's
indignation
.
I
also
cut
Irene
's
wings
(
so
to
speak
)
by
taking
her
to
a
dentist
.
