“’A poor old tramp explains his poor old ulcers,’” he muttered, remembering his Henly. “’Life is, I think, a blunder and a shame.’ It is — a blunder and a shame.”
“’A poor old tramp explains his poor old ulcers,’” he muttered, remembering his Henly. “’Life is, I think, a blunder and a shame.’ It is — a blunder and a shame.”