He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. And they admired Kent sedulously from the windows. He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. Sheppard; "for if I had not been a mother, I would not have survived the day on which I became a widow.
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