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Let me go my own way towards them. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. The cook tried to ply her with spiced meat and fish soup. ’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. "It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily.
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