But Ziggy just looked at the doll, then put it back down, not noticing that he'd missed the corner of the table and it had slid to the floor, proving only that he was pathologically messy.
The kindness of the marquis was so flattering to the self-respect of our hero, which was always morbidly sensitive, that in spite of himself, he soon came to feel a kind of attachment for this nice old man.
She remembered with a morbid vividness the vast misshapen mass which she had seen heaped strangely in one corner. There was a slight movement in it as they entered, and she perceived that it was a human being.