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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. His glance came up again and met hers. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. You'll find the benefit of it by and by. "He is," returned Quilt, significantly. Beneath the shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of 'St. . But she was relentless. She come home within a few months of the wedding. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content.
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