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“I wish he had,” she said. It dealt from floor to ceiling and end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps; the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church. . ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. 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. If you choose to requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty to do so. She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say. ” “And I,” Brendon said, humbly, “although I am afraid there is no chance for me, my errand was the same. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. "I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. He is probably very wealthy.
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