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 finally it seemed to him that he had deserved yet worse things than that taunting laughter in which the festival found tongue and that all together ought to lift him above their heads and point the finger at him, and shout “Pelt him! because he does not know what life is! Pelt him! for he does not deserve to live.” And then again he seemed to see the cause of it all in that jostling mob, and home he reeled like one half crazed.