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Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. Ennison’s signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone. “Stuffy these trees make the Avenue,” said Mr. Got the day off. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht. . ’ ‘Ah. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. 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. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. .
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