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 In a hovel opposite is a sick man who has hardly room to lie down. I remember once when at P'ing-yang they were building a great man's house How it swallowed up the housing space of thousands of ordinary men. The Immortals are leaving us, two by two, and their houses are turned into Temples; I begin to fear that the whole world will become a vast convent. [ 198 ]