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A sacrifice. 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. Part 7 That was two days before Christmas Eve. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. I have had a good many desperate engagements in my time, and have generally come off victorious. Jack had well-nigh fallen too. Come along, my Newgate bird!" he continued, shaking him with great violence.
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