Bostock. He
thought for a while of writing to his stepmother out of the fulness of
his heart; and then he told himself that it was no use. At last he
went heavily to bed. Three times in the night he awoke, and went and
listened at the door of the boy's bedroom; there was no sound; he was
sleeping peacefully.
After his morning bath Tinker looked a shade less grimy, and even the
few meals he had enjoyed since his rescue had filled out his face a
little. About eleven it was decided that a walk in the Embankment
gardens would be good for him, and Selina carried him out. But it was
very soon plain that it was anything but good for him. Every passer-by
thrilled him with a fresh terror; in three minutes he clung to Selina
panting and gasping with fright, his little fingers gripping her with a
convulsive clutch, his eyes starting out of his head, but all in a
terrible silence. It was appalling to see such an extremity of emotion
not dare to find a vocal expression. Quickly they perceived that there
was no reassuring or soothing him; Sir Tancred blindfolded him with his
handkerchief, took him from Selina, and carried him quickly back to the
hotel. He sat on Selina's lap, recovering very slowly, for nearly an
hour.
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