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. That last year in Paris,
when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare
to her. Now tell me, if you can, something about
the man who calls himself Valade. The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the
suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage. The country was partitioned in a similar manner. It was one of the most educational disillusionments in Ann Veronica’s career.
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