When the carriage turned, Bofinger was holding his head in his hands.
"Ugh!" Groll said to himself, gazing after him with a somber glance, "and I might have been like that!"
He remained still, shuddering at the thought which Bofinger's abjection had called up; as in another's death what we weep for is often the imminence of our own.
Two or three persons found the situation unusual enough to turn and glance back.
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