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His face was pinched and drawn. With faltering footsteps he wended his way among the bustling Christmas crowd. Kind sir, he suddenly exclaimed, "will you not give me a loaf of bread for my wife and little ones?" The stranger regarded him not unkindly. "Far be it from me," he rejoined, "to take advantage of your destitution. Keep your wife and little ones; I do not want them." |