We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. 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. Sir Rowland is one of us," he added, winking at his
companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford. "Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!"
"Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. Ann Veronica tried to seem absolutely unconcerned. Courtlaw. You
didn’t even do that Vee; not even that.
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