He was a youth of large, palpable bones, joints
and knuckles; his face was long and preternaturally
pale, and bore an abstracted expression which deepened
almost to idiocy when bent above the quavering,
unaccountable accordion.

The Vibard baby was alarmingly little, with a
bluish face; and, as if in protest against her father's
interminable noise, lay wrapped in a knitted red
blanket without a murmur, without a stir of her
midgelike form, hour upon hour.

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