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Yes, he was gentle.

And afterwards he got wild again.

Afterwards he got wild—sometimes. But that night on the bench he was gentle. He's gentle now, sometimes, very gentle. After supper, when he stands there and listens to the music of the carousel, something comes over him—and he is gentle.

Does he say anything?

He doesn't say anything. He gets thoughtful and very quiet, and his big eyes stare straight ahead of him.

Into your eyes?

Not exactly. He's unhappy because he isn't working. That's really why he hit me on Monday.

That's a fine reason for hitting you! Beats his wife because he isn't working, the ruffian!