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Hill, Meysey Hill. 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. She expanded that. “Feel better. She had very few clear memories before a particular day in the library, when they had finished one of her first reading lessons. The world is known to you. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. "I am a Yale man," said Ah Cum.
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