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. " "Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight. News was sent back home, and in October, Marina traveled to Florence to live with her daughter again. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. ‘Well, she’d better learn fast if she wants any truck with me. He would see this sister. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. But his daughter might well have a claim.
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