Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. Look at me. 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. No offence, I hope. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily as any of them. Yes, there was someone there. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die.
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