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” He panted. "I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. He was still thickly clad in jeans. If it was not an actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps suspected. I have known Miss Pellissier as long as any of you perhaps, and I have seen something of her since her arrival in London. 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. ” “Lady Ferringhall! Anna!” he exclaimed.
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