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. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. "Don't alarm yourself. The person caught hold of his arm, and, in spite of his efforts to disengage himself, detained him. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. "That's false!" cried Mrs. "I assure you, Sir, when I left him an hour ago, it was locked. Our quarrel's quite over.
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