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Anybody hfares of the

ht be supposed

to have dropped from the stars, if there were any star in the Heavens

dull enough to be suspected of casting off so feeble a spark), creeping

along with a scared air, as though bewildered and a little frightened

by the noise and bustle

This oldold man, he has shrunk into a little old man; if he were

always a little old man, he has dwindled into a less old man His coat

is a colour, and cut, that never was the mode anywhere, at any period

Clearly, it was not made for him, or for any individual mortal Some

wholesale contractor measured Fate for five thousand coats of such

quality, and Fate has lent this old coat to this oldunfinished line of e dull metal

buttons, similar to no other buttons This old man wears a hat, a

thumbed and napless and yet an obdurate hat, which has never adapted

itself to the shape of his poor head

His coarse shirt and his coarse