” “I don’t see why I shouldn’t. But it is no longer necessary. And here are these places, full of contagion! “Of course, this is the real texture of life, this is what we refined secure people forget. 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. "Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up. " "An excellent maxim!" replied his wife, approvingly; "the best I ever heard you utter. ’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. That’s the difficulty.
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