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As for himself, there had never been a touch of it. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. 216 “Please, get dressed. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction. “Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. “Think of the mockery!” she said. 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. Hobson was not 147 amused by the situation, which handled wrongly, could lose him his job.
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