Practice Typing

My strength is quite failing me, I said in a soliloquy. I feel I cannot go much farther. Shall I be an outcast again this night. While the rain descends so, must I lay my head on the cold, drenched ground. I fear I cannot do otherwise. for who will receive me. But it will be very dreadful, with this feeling of hunger, faintness, chill, and this sense of desolation this total prostration of hope.