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He
stopped
dead
.
He
regarded
me
gravely
.
"
Can
it
be
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
I
have
formed
a
Habit
?
"
"
Well
,
it
looks
like
it
.
Does
n't
it
?
"
He
pulled
down
his
lower
lip
between
finger
and
thumb
.
He
regarded
a
puddle
at
his
feet
.
"
My
mind
is
much
occupied
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
you
want
to
know
why
!
Well
,
sir
,
I
can
assure
you
that
not
only
do
I
not
know
why
I
do
these
things
,
but
I
did
not
even
know
I
did
them
.
Come
to
think
,
it
is
just
as
you
say
;
I
never
have
been
beyond
that
field
...
And
these
things
annoy
you
?
"
For
some
reason
I
was
beginning
to
relent
towards
him
.
"
Not
annoy
,
"
I
said
.
"
But
--
imagine
yourself
writing
a
play
!
"
"
I
could
n't
.
"
"
Well
,
anything
that
needs
concentration
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
he
said
,
"
of
course
,
"
and
meditated
.
His
expression
became
so
eloquent
of
distress
,
that
I
relented
still
more
.
After
all
,
there
is
a
touch
of
aggression
in
demanding
of
a
man
you
do
n't
know
why
he
hums
on
a
public
footpath
.
"
You
see
,
"
he
said
weakly
,
"
it
's
a
habit
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
recognise
that
.
"
