hat every Boca Juniors Dresy one is waiting for you to speak. Youtry to think of something to say, but find, to your horror, that yourreasoning faculties have left you. It is a moment of despair, andyour evil genius, seizing the opportunity, suggests to you some of themost idiotic remarks Olympique De Marseille Fotbalové Dres that it is possible for a human being toperpetrate. Glancing round with an imbecile smile, you sniggeringlyobserve that Pumas Uuam "it hasn't got much hair has it?" Nobody answers you fora minute, but at last the stately nurse says with much gravity:
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By this time you have got to be regarded as not quite right in yourhead, and pity is the only thing felt for you. The nurse, however, isdetermined that, insane or not, there shall be no shirking and thatyou shall go through your task to the end. In David Desharnais Tröjor the tones of a highpriestess directing some religious mystery she says, holding thebundle toward you:
"Take her in your arms, sir." You are too crushed to offer anyresistance and so meekly accept the burden. "Put your arm more downher middle, sir," says Brett Connolly Tröja the high-priestess, and then all step back andwatch you intently as though you were going to do a trick with it.
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there! What did ums do to ums?" "How very extraordinary!" you saypleasantly. "Whatever made it go off like that?" "Oh, why, you musthave done something to her!" says the mother indignantly; "the childwouldn't scream like that for nothing." It is evident they think youhave been running pins into it.
The brat is calmed at last, and would no doubt remain quiet enough,only some mischievous busybody points you out again with "Who's this,baby?" and the intelligent child, recognizing you, howls louder thanever.
Whereupon some fat old lady remarks that "it's strange how childrentake a dislike to any one." "Oh, they know," replies anothermysteriously. "It's a wonderful thing," adds a third; and theneverybody looks sideways at you, convinced you are a scoundrel of theblackest dye; and they glory in the beautiful idea that your truecharacter, Joffrey Lupul Tröja unguessed by your fellow-men, has been discovered by theuntaught instinct of a little child.
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