WAITING one mid-day at the main gate for the arrival of the guard who would pass me out, my attention was drawn to a very disconsolate-looking, rather elderly man who was sitting on the foot of a bed, looking about him very wistfully. I sat down beside him and enquired as to the reason for his distress, thinking that he was perhaps unwell, or had had bad news from the outside.By WILLIAM ALLEN BURNS24 min
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