The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. His tongue was hot. I require stimulant. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank.
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