His own consciousness of language was ebbing from his brain and trickling into the very words themselves which set to band and disband themselves in wayward rhythms: The ivy whines upon the wall, And whines and twines upon the wall, The yellow ivy upon the wall, Ivy, ivy up the wall. She looked a long time at a smiling picture that was set in it and said musingly: --The beautiful Mabel Hunter! A ringletted girl stood on tiptoe to peer at the picture and said softly: --What is she in, mud? --In a pantomime, love. This is the old trick of those who would usurp the government of their country. To this correction I stand committed, so far as Executive influence can avail.
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