ToC For a short space, Mrs. "But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. 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. . She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Still, they bob up occasionally. Pray, walk in. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or something of that sort. I worshipped her and subdued myself.
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