The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. ‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes.
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