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 could feel her face turning beet red. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. " "Who?" almost screamed Mrs. ” “Really,” she said, with a hard little laugh, “you must regard me as a very goodnatured person. ” Michelle smiled at Lucy.
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