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1A volume of Byron's poems lay before him on the table. He opened it cautiously with his left hand lest he should waken
2the child and began to read the first poem in the book: Hushed are the winds and still the evening gloom, Not e'en a
3Zephyr wanders through the grove, Whilst I return to view my Margaret's tomb And scatter flowers on the dust I love. He
4paused. He felt the rhythm of the verse about him in the room. How melancholy it was! Could he, too, write like that,
5express the melancholy of his soul in verse? There were so many things he wanted to describe: his sensation of a few
6hours before on Grattan Bridge, for example. If he could get back again into that mood.... The child awoke and began to
7cry. He turned from the page and tried to hush it: but it would not be hushed. He began to rock it to and fro in his
8arms but its wailing cry grew keener. He rocked it faster while his eyes began to read the second stanza: Within this
9narrow cell reclines her clay, That clay where once.... It was useless. He couldn't read. He couldn't do anything. The
10wailing of the child pierced the drum of his ear. It was useless, useless! He was a prisoner for life. His arms trembled
11with anger and suddenly bending to the child's face he shouted: "Stop!" The child stopped for an instant, had a spasm of
12fright and began to scream. He jumped up from his chair and walked hastily up and down the room with the child in his
13arms. It began to sob piteously, losing its breath for four or five seconds, and then bursting out anew. The thin walls
14of the room echoed the sound. He tried to soothe it but it sobbed more convulsively. He looked at the contracted and
15quivering face of the child and began to be alarmed. He counted seven sobs without a break between them and caught the
16child to his breast in fright. If it died!... The door was burst open and a young woman ran in, panting. "What is it?
17What is it?" she cried. The child, hearing its mother's voice, broke out into a paroxysm of sobbing. "It's nothing,
18Annie ... it's nothing.... He began to cry...." She flung her parcels on the floor and snatched the child from him.
19"What have you done to him?" she cried, glaring into his face. Little Chandler sustained for one moment the gaze of her
20eyes and his heart closed together as he met the hatred in them. He began to stammer: "It's nothing.... He ... he began
21to cry.... I couldn't ... I didn't do anything.... What?" Giving no heed to him she began to walk up and down the room,
22clasping the child tightly in her arms and murmuring: "My little man! My little mannie! Was 'ou frightened, love?...
23There now, love! There now!... Lambabaun! Mamma's little lamb of the world!... There now!" Little Chandler felt his
24cheeks suffused with shame and he stood back out of the lamplight. He listened while the paroxysm of the child's sobbing
25grew less and less; and tears of remorse started to his eyes.
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