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And then one murmured to the street: "Art thou weary, street? Yet a little longer they shall go up and down, and keep thee clad with tar and wooden bricks. Be patient, street. In a while the earthquake cometh." AND THEN ONE MURMURED TO THE STREET ART THOU WEARY STREET YET A LITTLE LONGER THEY SHALL GO UP AND DOWN AND KEEP THEE CLAD WITH TAR AND WOODEN BRICKS BE PATIENT STREET IN A WHILE THE EARTHQUAKE COMETH
 given them a gold doubloon engraven with the towers of Castile, but I had no such coin. They did not seem the people to who it were fitting to offer the same coin as one tendered for the use of a taxicab (O marvelous, ill-made word, surely the pass-word somewhere of some evil order). Some of them wore purple cloaks with wide green borders, and the border of green was a narrow strip with some, and some wore cloaks of old and faded red, and some wore violet cloaks, and none wore black. And they begged gracefully, as gods might beg for souls. I stood by a lamp-post, and they came up to it, and one addressed it, calling the lamp-post brother, and said, "O lamp-post, our brother of the dark, are there many wrecks by thee in the tides of night? Sleep not, brother, sleep not. There were many wrecks an it were not for thee." It was strange: I had not thought of the majesty of the street lamp and his long watching over drifting men. But he was not beneath the notice of these cloaked strangers. HAD COME TO TOWN I WOULD HAVE GIVEN THEM A GOLD DOUBLOON ENGRAVEN WITH THE TOWERS OF CASTILE BUT I HAD NO SUCH COIN THEY DID NOT SEEM THE PEOPLE TO WHOM IT WERE FITTING TO OFFER THE SAME COIN AS ONE TENDERED FOR THE USE OF A TAXI CAB OH MARVELLOUS ILL MADE WORD SURELY THE PASSWORD SOMEWHERE OF SOME EVIL ORDER SOME OF THEM WORE PURPLE CLOAKS WITH WIDE GREEN BORDERS AND A BORDER OF GREEN WAS A NARROW STRIP WITH SOME AND SOME WORE CLOAKS OF OLD AND FADED RED AND SOME WORE VIOLET CLOAKS AND NONE WORE BLACK AND THEY BEGGED GRACEFULLY AS GODS MIGHT BEG FOR SOULS I STOOD BY A LAMP POST AND THEY CAME UP TO IT AND ONE ADDRESSED IT CALLING THE LAMP POST BROTHER AND SAID O LAMP POST OUR BROTHER OF THE DARK ARE THERE MANY WRECKS BY THEE IN THE TIDES OF NIGHT SLEEP NOT BROTHER SLEEP NOT THERE WERE MANY WRECKS AND IT WERE NOT FOR THEE IT WAS STRANGE I HAD NOT THOUGHT OF THE MAJESTY OF THE STREET LAMP AND HIS LONG WATCHING OVER DRIFTING MEN BUT HE WAS NOT BENEATH THE NOTICE OF THESE CLOAKED STRANGERS
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