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It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. 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. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works 1. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would. I am no exception. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain "Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. “But frankly, I mean to fight this through if I possibly can. Never before had any human being kissed her lips. His frowning gaze came back to her.
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