so that the ceaseless famine gnaws and gnaws while the sick mind still sickens, brooding over what the body seems to need of meat and drink and warmth — day after day, night after night, endless and terrible.” She flushed, but continued calmly: “I had nigh sold myself to some young officer — some gay and heedless boy — a dozen times that winter — for a bit of bread — and so I might lie warm� . The army starved at Valley Forge� . God knows where and how I lived and famished through all that bitter blackness� . An artillery horse had trodden on my hip where I lay huddled in a cow-barn under the straw close to the horses, for the sake of warmth. I hobbled for a month� . And so ill was I become in mind as well as body that had any man been kind — God knows what had happened! And once I even crept abroad