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A shabbily dressed old man, with coarse hands stood at the street crossing. He pressed close to the wall to let the woman and the boy pass. The old man looked at the boy with dull eyes and smiled stupidly. Confused, sluggish thoughts struggled within his almost bald head.
"A little gentleman! " said he to himself. "Quite a small fellow. And simply bursting with joy. Just look at him cutting his paces!"