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I was a stranger and you gave me shelter. The Son of Man was treated not so well.”
Sometimes, he would ring bells with an air of timid inquiry, saying:
“Is this number 26? My name is Thomas Chatterton. I am looking for a gentleman by the name of Coleridge—Mr. Samuel T. Coleridge. Does he live here?… No? I’m sorry…. Yes, 26 is the number I have, I’m sure…. Thank you… I’ve made a mistake… I’ll look it up in the telephone directory.”
But what, thought Eugene, if one day, in the million streets of life, I should really find him?
These were the golden years.
