I put my hand into my pocket, and wrought sixpennyworth of miracle.

It took me half an hour to recover my quiet mind. After all, it is as

idle to rage against man's fatuity as to hope that he will ever be less a

fool. For me, the great thing was my sixpenny miracle. Why, I have

known the day when it would have been beyond my power altogether, or else

would have cost me a meal. Wherefore, let me again be glad and thankful.

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