Ralph peered at the child in the twilight. Now tell us what's your name? "Percival Wemys Madison. The Vicrage, Harcourt St. Anthony, Hants telephone. As if this information was rooted far down in the springs of sorrow, the littluns wept. His face puckered the tears leapt from his eyes, his mouth opened till they could see a square balck hole. At first he was a silent effigy of sorrow; but then the lamentation rose out of him, loud and sustained as the conch. Percival Wemys Madison would not shut up. A spring had been tapped, far beyond the reach of authority or even physical intimidation.
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