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But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. "Slip on the handcuffs," cried the thief-taker. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. I was given no sword and shield and forced into the ring with a dozen armored warriors with full weaponry. ” Ennison turned round sharply. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door. "Where?" "That can wait," she answered. 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. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. The mother, Cathy Beck, was as patient and as charitable of an individual that Lucy had ever known, a big kindly Polish-American woman with the heart of an angel. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found.
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