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Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark,
“They’re playing football. I must obey. 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. Not that there had ever been any hope of that. Her teeth were chattering so hard that
she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own
tongue. ‘Ah, the tragedy. Besides, he might hear
things. ”
“Don’t let there be any more. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she
had in the water. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it.
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