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It Had Been A Royal Time Of Luxury To Him, With All Its Stings And Contumelies, Compared To The Poverty That Crept Round And Clipped The Anticipation Of The Future Down To Sordid Fact, And Life Without An Atmosphere Of Either Hope Or Fear.

What Other People May Think Of The Rightness Or Wrongness Is Nothing In Comparison To My Own Deep Knowledge, My Innate Conviction That It Was Wrong.

But Mr. Hale Resolved That He Would Not Be Disturbed By Any Such Nonsensical Idea; So He Lay Awake, Determining Not To Think About It.

He Could Remember All About It Now; The Pitiful Figure He Must Have Cut; The Absurd Way In Which He Had Gone And Done The Very Thing He Had So Often Agreed With Himself In Thinking Would Be The Most Foolish Thing In The World; And Had Met With Exactly The Consequences Which, In These Wise Moods, He Had Always Foretold Were Certain To Follow, If He Ever Did Make Such A Fool Of Himself.

Don't Think To Come Over Me With Th' Old Tale, That The Rich Know Nothing Of The Trials Of The Poor; I Say, If They Don't Know, They Ought To Know.