Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. I thought that you were he. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them. "At my first being acquainted with the place," says this writer, in the 'Miseries of a Prison,' "the prisoners, methought, walking up and down the Stone Hall, looked like so many wrecks upon the sea. I am no one, Gérard. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. Each manuscript was like the other: the same lovely treatment of an unlovely subject.
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