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“And think of the ordinary wives and mothers, with their anxiety, their limitations, their swarms of children!” Mr. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. ’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. And if she is not a nun, nor a refugee, and yet is entirely English, I’m hanged if I know what she is. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. “We’re going to be sensible. He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. 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. There was something very wrong.
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