
[1606] I was not yet reconciled.
So that
it may be said, in a sense, that I had still one
bad leg and one good, or rather
less bad, with this difference, that now the
less bad was no longer the same as hitherto.
[1607] It was therefore upon the onetime bad leg that
I was now often
inclined to come down, between my crutch-
strokes.
[1612] For
it was shortening, if I remember rightly,
whereas the other, while stiffening to be sure,
was not yet shortening, or was already shortening
if you like, but so far behind its fellow
that to all intents and purposes, to all
intents & purposes, I am lost, no matter.
[1619] Sometimes to be sure, when I was fortunate
enough to chance on a road with befitting camber,
or by taking advantage of a not too deep
ditch, or a not too high bank, I
contrived, or any other suitable depression
or elevation, I contrived to give a tem-
porary extension to my short leg, and to
make use of it, in place of the other.
[1620] But
it had not been made use of
for so long that it behaved almost
most as though it never had.
[1621] And I think
a pile of plates would have better supported
me than it, which had so well supported me,
when I had been a tiny tot.
[1621|001] But this
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