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 believe so because the
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stories say his head was cut off by a tribe of witches and
yet it still remained alive for many years after his
decapitation. After quarter of an hour, she followed. This is
altogether insupportable. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and
disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly.
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