Illustrated by Fred. Pegram.
It was a miserable day in November—the sort of day when, according tothe French, splenetic Englishmen flock in such crowds to the Thames, inorder to drown themselves, that there is not standing room on thebridges. I was sitting over the fire in our dingy dining-room; forpersonally I find that element more cheering than water under depressingcircumstances.
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