His last phrase, sour smelling as the smoke of charcoal and disheartening, excited Stephen's brain, over which its fumes seemed to brood. It could happen in an instant. Stephen, scarlet with shame, opened a book quickly with one weak hand and bent down upon it, his face close to the page. It will take us but ten minutes, but it's far enough to have made the child prefer not to walk.
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