”
“It’s some sort of delirium,” said Capes. Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet
them. 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. ’”
“I have no choice,” Anna declared. This was the first young man who had
drawn from her something more than speculative interest. “I will have your true reason. This laugh and his looks alarmed her. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if
he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. "
"My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards.
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