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努力变聪明的耶耶
victim of some great sorrow; despair in love, no doubt! It is easy to see that you are a man whom mistortune has hit hard. What age are you?" "I am thirty years of age, but I look to be forty-five at least." I regarded him straight in the face. His shrunken figure, so badly cared for, gave one the impression that he was an old man. On the summit of his cranium, a few long hairs shot straight up from the skin of doubtful cleanness. He had enormous eyelashes, a large moustache, and a thick beard. Suddenly, I had a kind of vision. I know not why; the vision of a basin filled with noisome water, the water which should have been applied to that poll. I said to him: "Verily, you look to be more than that age. Of a certainty you must have experienced some great