It isn’t what I have been but what I am. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. Wagstaff.
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