Chapter XXVIII
THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE”
There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the
gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. Accordingly, when she arrived at the
Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she
was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw
at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small
room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something
to drink. An immediate halt took
place. If they become bad it is through inclination, not
necessity. "They shall not harm you, my love!" she exclaimed. 'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far,
far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known. I believe I am doomed to be an
old maid. Norris, she
revived a little. And this is not France, you understand. 9. The longest I can go is
about three months, but I try and eat once a month. They would be quite
as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes,
Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far
more instructive.
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