’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed. 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 drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. I will give you all some tea, and then I must leave you for a few minutes. As soon as he had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. He had a great contempt for the sections the “theorizers” produced. Things you would laugh at. It isn’t. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. .
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