... every morning it's the same

... every morning it's the same. After the respite that the evenings afford us we're once more thrown into this ghastly employment.

The pariahs haven't appeared to us yet this morning; but it's only a matter of time, I'm sure, before they will be with us once more.

Maybe there will be less this time.

Maybe they will be kinder to us.

V : 1 / F : 2