I should like some one else to be sorry for me.

Evidently I'm not going ma before I die, but the pain's just as bad as ever.

Some day when you're vivisected, cat O! they'll tie you down on a little table and cut you open--but don't be afraid; they'll take precious good care that you don't die.

You'll live, and you'll be very sorry then that you weren't sorry for me.

Perhaps Torp will come back or...