Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?
Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.
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I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Where are you off to, lady?
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