And Mr Jumbo Man nodded, but he was back to his timid, shy, awkward self and, blushing, he rode on, to turn off down one of the avenues and go and feed his little dogs and dream about the Jumbo and his marriage, which had broken down, just like the chimney sweep’s.
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7 MAZÁNEK’S WONDER