"It was already Thursday, but his lordship's artificial limb could not be found; therefore, having directed the servants to fill the baths, he seized the tongs and set out at once for the edge of the lake, where the Throbblefoot Spectre still loitered in a distraught manner. He presented it with a length of string and passed on to the statue of Corrupted Endevour to await the arrival of autumn."
- The Object-Lesson, Edward Gorey
So, there you have it, makes perfect sense to me!
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