But, mate, my heart is sore for Christian diet. You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? No? Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese--toasted, mostly--and woke up again, and here I were.
Robert Louis StevensonAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: November 13, 1850
- Died: December 3, 1894
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