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He was always doing something for her , always . They said now that his income had been insufficient , or that he gave too much away , and that the malady had been rendered hopeless from the first by his weakness for want of food . The woman who waited on him had told her so . `` He 'd feed that chorister brat what come every morning , '' she said , `` in a way that was shameful , but his own breakfast has been dry bread and coffee , without neither sugar nor milk , for many and many a day -- and his dinner an ounce of meat at noon , with never a bite nor sup to speak of at tea , as often as not . '' `` O Israfil ! Israfil ! '' she moaned when she thought of it .