” He was silent for some moments. 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 fancy that Sir John does not approve of me. . "But I can guess what it's for. ” “Why do you think so?” she asked. You observe that I am, as usual, fairly cheerful, and moderately amiable. Part 6 He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore on.
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