“No, no,” she cried. " "Mr. ‘How much does he know?’ Without waiting for a reply, she turned narrowed eyes on Gerald. " And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression on the canvass. 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. I’ll have to make a visit out of town. ‘I live in Kent. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked.
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