We’ll have Trodger check it out later. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. Strange, I shouldn't know him when he called on 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. ’ Handing over the guineas, he added, ‘For you. You women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. I've been hunting for this particular job for a thousand years!" She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a clear perception where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair. Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. That's the only fault I know of.
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