‘You were right, miss. Nothing would stop her,
and she was prepared to face the consequences. Wood. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. My feelings overpower
me. 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 must get to the vestry. "But I can
guess what it's for.
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