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WHEN the wind blew the clouds away about midnight, and the moon came / out, the cold white light falling upon a lonely high road revealed a / wretched figure toiling on with weary, dragging steps, his garments / heavy with rain.
This miserable tramp was Tad. He still carried his satchel, but that / too was drenched, and when he stopped and groped in it for some food / to stay the pangs of hunger, he pulled out only a squashy mess of / pulp which had once called itself a penny roll, but which now bore no / resemblance whatever-not even a family likeness-to that dainty.