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Updated: May 9, 2025
The poison of intellectuality, thank heaven, was not in her, yet she created somehow; for all she touched, with word or thought or gesture, turned suddenly alive in a way he had never known before. The world turned beautiful and simple at her touch.... Even the commonest things! It was miraculous, at least in its effect upon himself. Her simplicity escaped all signs of wumbling.
Among a dozen propositions his original clear idea went lost, and floundered. It came perilously near to wumbling itself away altogether.
To get the family really straight was equally beyond his powers. 'I really must have more common-sense, he reflected uneasily; 'I am getting out of touch with reality somewhere. I'll write to Minks again. Minks, at the moment, was the only definite, positive object in the outer world he could recall. 'I'll write to him about His thought went wumbling.
Oh, how simple it all was really, and yet how utterly most folk convert the wonder of it into wumbling! Like Jane Anne, her miniature, she felt splendid all day long, but puzzled too. It was almost like those religious attacks she had experienced in early youth. She had no definite creed by which she could explain it.
He did not mention it to his companion, who was wumbling away in his beard about some difficult details of his book, but the thought slipped through his mind like the trail of a flying comet: 'I'd like to stay a long time in this village and get the people straight a bit, which, had he known it, was another thought carefully paraphrased so that he should not notice it and feel alarm: 'It will be difficult to get away from here.
Something shone through her with a tiny golden radiance. 'But this idea is not my own, continued Daddy, dangerously near to wumbling. 'It comes through me only. It develops, apparently, when I'm asleep, he repeated. He sat up and leaned forward. 'And, I believe, he added, as on sudden reckless impulse, 'it comes from you, Henry.
He only caught the end of the words she was saying to Mother across the room: ... but I must positively go to-morrow, I've already stayed too long. So many things are waiting at home for me to do. I must send a telegram and.... His cousin's wumbling drowned the rest. He was quite aware that Rogers was not listening to him.
The perfected design of Daddy's fairy story floated down into his heart without a hint of wumbling. Never had he seen it so luminous and simple. For others, of course, meanwhile had known and understood it. Others believed. Its reality was more intense, thus, than before. He rose from the maze of tree-tops where he floated, and stretched his arms out, no fear or hesitation in him anywhere.
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