some one drawing water and my theater placed my hand under the spout. as the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water , first slowly , then rapidly . I stood still ,my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers . suddenly I felt Misty consciousness as of soothing forgotten --a thrill of returning thought and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me
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