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I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. 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. Mrs. ” He said with a laugh. It would be easy enough for me to write an eloquent letter about something else. ” “The truth,” she murmured, with her eyes fixed upon him. " "The pianist?" "Yes. ’ ‘No, no,’ the other lady assured her with a twinkle.
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