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Hastening to my home, I said earnestly to my mother,—"Oh, shelter me, as I have been sheltered,—in solitude and in love. Bid me turn the wheel of industry,—or bring water from the fountain,—or tend the plants in the garden, or feed a young bird and listen to its song,—but let me go forth no more,—to look upon the vices and miseries of man."