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. “Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. Sheppard. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. Acne sprayed her cheeks in a fine red spatter where it intermingled with brown freckles.
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