“Why should it matter?” he said. "I did not know … that it was … like that!" She stepped back;
but as his hands fell she caught and held them tightly. . E. 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. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. 7 or obtain permission for the use
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1. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and
studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr.
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