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And the old man grew to love his morning hour in the woods with the hoop.
He sometimes thought he might be discovered, and ridiculed -- and this aroused him to a keen sense of shame. This shame resembled fear; he would grow numb, and his knees would give way under him. He would look round him with fright and timidity.