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She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets
on her way home, careful to avoid the main
thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars
who would recognize her person or notice her dress. 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. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years
old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London,
where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. And this is not France, you understand. Nor was he long in making it
available. "
Something in the child's voice, something in her manner, warned the spinster
that her well-meaning inquisitiveness had received a set-back and that it would
be dangerous to press it forward again. Aren't we
funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have
someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she
isn't. “She must be warned. "For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow.
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