By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it. ” Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison’s shoulder. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. 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. There is something inconglomerate about us. “Mr. It is a matter of degree.
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