‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal,
then. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became
more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. "
Mr. 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. Section 3. Your sister! Great God, how like
she is to what you were!”
Annabel looked around her nervously. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had
acquired. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful
arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and
chin and cheek.
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