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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. Traversing what remained of Wych Street at a rapid
pace, and speeding along Drury Lane, the trio soon found themselves in
Kendrick Yard. She doesn’t like you because
she says the Beck’s are not ‘our kind of people’ which is
her code for them not being rich enough. ”
“You remembered. I'll forgive him if he does.
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