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. " "Wretch!" cried Mrs. Certainly, we—that is Jarvis and I— knew nothing of it until after Mary’s death. We had no idea. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. ‘Come, mademoiselle. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. ” “Every one must be experimental,” said Mr.
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