But I do not love you. “Well, I don’t think you told him as much as that, did you?” Lady Lescelles
asked. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong
room. Spurling, half aside. People think it is, but they are wrong. When I have traversed the streets a houseless wanderer,
driven with curses from every door where I have solicited alms, and with blows
from every gateway where I have sought shelter,—when I have crept into some
deserted building, and stretched my wearied limbs upon a bulk, in the vain hope
of repose,—or, worse than all, when, frenzied with want, I have yielded to
horrible temptation, and earned a meal in the only way I could earn one,—when
I have felt, at times like these, my heart sink within me, I have drank of this
drink, and have at once forgotten my cares, my poverty, my guilt. He has a very summary
mode of dealing with refractory persons, I assure you. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven.
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