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tion. The flesh, worn to the utmost emaciation, was stretched tightly 
over the prominent bones ; his little hands were bound over his breast, 
with a single thread of gold, in the attitude of prayer ; the body was sprin- 
kled with faded artificials, and its mouth was perked up, and its lips 
parted, as if the sufferer had died with a wail of pain. 
It was my little beggar-boy. The "frios^' had been too much for him. 
