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THE DEAD BOY.
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tion. The flesh, worn to the utmost emaciation, was stretched tightly-over the prominent bones; his little hands were bound over his breast, with a single thread of gold, in the attitude of prayer; the body was sprinkled with faded artificials, knd its mouth was perked up, and its lips parted, as if the sufferer had died with a wail of pain.
It was my little beggar-boy. The "frios" had been too much for him.
