The very sight of these two has such an influence over me, that I begin to feel the words I have been at infinite pains to get into my head, all sliding away, and going I don't know where.

I wonder where they do go, by the by?
I hand the first book to my mother.

Perhaps it is a grammar, perhaps a history, or geography.

I take a last drowning look at the page as I give it into her hand, and start off aloud at a racing pace while I have got it fresh.

I trip over a word.