From The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame
INDEED
"'Dear, kind Rat,' murmured Toad, 'how little you realize my condition, and how far I am from 'jumping up' now -- if ever! But do not trouble about me. I hate being a burden to my friends, and I do not expect to be one much longer. Indeed, I almost hope not.'"
From Chapter 6, Mr. Toad
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