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and if my papa was here, I should not now be dying of hunger! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is! . . .'

And as his stomach cried out more than ever and he did not know how to quiet it, he thought he would leave the house and make an excursion in the neighbourhood in hopes of finding some charitable person who would give him a piece of bread.