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friendliness in him, and sometimes he would wave an enormous hand at it,
and sometimes give it a rustic incoherent hail.
"
Big," the peering passenger would say. "One of these Boom children.
They say, Sir, quite unable to do anything for itself--little better
than an idiot in fact, and a great burden on the locality."
"Parents quite poor, I'm told."
"Lives on the charity of the local gentry."
Every one would stare intelligently at that distant squatting monstrous
figure for a space.
"
Good thing that was put a stop to," some spacious thinking mind would
suggest. "Nice to 'ave a few thousand of them on the rates, eh?"
And usually there was some one wise enough to tell this philosopher:
"You're about Right there, Sir," in hearty tones.
II.
He had his bad days.
There was, for example, that trouble with the river.
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