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"What can it matter to you whether he returns or not, child," rejoined Mrs. ‘Well, I thought as how someone in the house in Paddington might see me hanging about outside like. 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. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. " "Come along, then. His heart hammered in his chest. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. ‘Come along. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing. Love and companionship. I was to blame to carry the matter so far. All he will say is that she said so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said.
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