THE FOUR PHILANTHROPISTS
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Presently he turned to me a very sad face, and said in a very sad voice: "This is very disappointing—very. And I used the best sand—silver sand, too. What a skull! What a skull!"
I could find no words to comfort him. But for my own part I had felt a singular feeling of relief at the sight of Albert Amsted Pudleigh alive and raging. I feared that the feeling was hardly consistent with true philanthropy. This imperfection in his removal had robbed it of some of its value to Humanity.
