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old familiar room, it is more like the sorrow of a dream than an
actual loss. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again-
terribly alone. I began to think of this house of mine, of this
fireside, of some of you, and with such thoughts came a longing
that was pain.
‘But, as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning
sky, I made a discovery. In my trouser pocket were still some loose
matches. The box must have leaked before it was lost.