I'M BLINDED! I'M BLINDED AND DROWNDED! He stopped in a fit of coughing and laughter, repeating: --I'M BLINDED ENTIRELY. It seemed to him that he stood in the midst of a great hall, dark and silent save for the ticking of a great clock. His mind, in the vesture of a doubting monk, stood often in shadow under the windows of that age, to hear the grave and mocking music of the lutenists or the frank laughter of waist-coateers until a laugh too low, a phrase, tarnished by time, of chambering and false honour stung his monkish pride and drove him on from his lurking-place. But for this there was no reason why the cotton-producing States should not have led or walked abreast with the New England States in the production of cotton fabrics.
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