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She stood in an improbable silence and gravity and stared at him, while her lips moved as if she drew back her breath, and her feet as if she would have drawn herself back, but for the door she had closed behind her; so inspired was she with the instinct of retreat. "So it's little Winky, is it? Well, I never!" He laughed for pure pleasure.
See de grand bird how he wheel right about face up to de sun, and hear de moosic ob de merry little fellow! "Liberty, liberty, Berry nice to be free! Bob-o-link where he please, Fly in de apple trees, O, 'tis de Freedom note Guggle sweet in him troat! Jink-a-jink, jink-a-jink, Winky wink, winky wink, Ony tink, ony tink, How happy, Bob-o-link! Sweet! Sweet!
"Good night, Winky. And thanks " His throat closed with a sharp contraction on the words. She slipped into the darkness and was gone. He was thankful that he had had the sense to see the impossibility of it, of her spending the night in his house with nobody in it but the two of them and the two children.
And he told her how as a boy he had invoked various folk to tease his sister, of whom Winky was chief, but in telling the story he somehow or other always referred to the little person by name, and never once revealed his sex. He told, too, how he sat all night on the lawn outside his sister's window to intercept the expected visit.
It made him so happy that his recovery dated from that moment. He had only one fear, that Dossie would have forgotten Winky. But Dossie hadn't, though after two months of Wandsworth she had forgotten many things, and had cultivated reserve. When Ranny said, "Who's this, Dossie?" she tucked her head into her shoulder and smiled shyly and said, "Winty."
"Any one with that name would be light as a fly and awf'ly gentle a regular dicky sort of chap!" "But he'd have pincers," she protested, "or he couldn't pull the hairs out. Like an earwig he'd be. Ugh!" "Not Winky! Never!" he explained scornfully, jealous of his offspring's reputation. "He'd do it with his rummy little fingers."
"We'll leave the gods alone," she said with gentle decision, yet making it seem as though she appealed to his greater strength and wisdom to decide; "I want nothing but you you and Winky. And all you really want is me."
And there is no reason why we should lose our Winky," he added, very tenderly, smothering the doubt as best he could, "although we may find his name changed. Like the rest of us, he will get a 'new name' I suppose." "Then he won't be our Winky any longer," she objected, with a touch of obstinacy that was very seductive. "We shall all be different.
He found it in the fact he had discovered that her companions called her by absurd and tender names; Winky, and even Winks, they called her. That was in the autumn of nineteen-one; and he was finding it all over again now in the spring of nineteen-two.
Then she turned to her friend and smiled at her. "It's all right," she said, "though you mightn't think it. Good-by." Whereupon Violet rushed at her and kissed her. "It isn't your fault, and it isn't mine, Winky," she whispered. "It's got to be, I tell you." She drew herself from the embrace, erect and rosy, in a sudden passion that had in it both triumph and despair.
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