" The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. The Leads. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. My only love is for my poor lost son.
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