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[2454] makes^[₰] its voice heard, and then the other night sounds that you
cannot tell the meaning of. [2455] And it sometimes happened that Macmann,
weary of not being alone, went away alone and back into his cell
and remained there until Lemuel rejoined him, much later. [2456] It was a
genuine English park, though far from England, extravagantly unform-
al, luxuriant to the point of wildness, the trees at war with one
another, and the bushes, and the wild flowers and weeds, all raven-
ing for earth and light.

[2457] One evening Macmann went back to his cell
with a branch torn from a dead bramble, for use as a stick to support
him as he walked. Then Lemuel took it from him and struck him with
it over and over again, no, that won't work, then Lemuel called a
keeper by the name of Pat, a thorough brute though puny in appear-
ance, and said to him, Pat, will you look at that.

[2458] Then Pat snatched
the stick from Macmann who, seeing the turn things were taking, was
holding it clutched tight in his two hands, and struck him with it
until Lemuel told him to stop, and even for some little time after-
wards. [2459] All this without a word of explanation.

[2460] So that a little
later Macmann, having brought back from his walk a hyacinth he had
torn up bulb and roots in the hope of being able to keep it a little
longer thus than if he had simply plucked it, was fiercely reprim-
anded by Lemuel who wrenched the pretty flower from his hands and
threatened to hand hil^m over to Jack again, no, to Pat again, Jack
is a different one.

[2461] And yet the fact of having half demolished the
bush, a kind of laurel, in order to hide in it, had never brought
upon his head the least reproof. [2462] This is not necessarily surprising,
there was no proof against him. [2463] Had he been questioned about it he
would naturally have told the truth, for he did