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I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought. " "We won't trust you, my youngster," answered the janizary. That is what I’ve had on my conscience. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. 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.
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