Jackson Delrosario

Ah! piteous sight it was to see this man when he came back to us, a sinful creature, pale and wan. Down would he sit; and without strength or power look for a common grass from hour to hour: and oftentimes, how long I fear to say, whre apple-trees in blossom made a bower, retired in that sunshiny shade he lay; and like a naked indian, slept himself away.

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