“All the time he is
shouting and muttering. “Yes. Sir John felt and
looked several years younger. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch
cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton
candy parachute. 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. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his
plate. In fact he was thinking of other things. I wonder if a man can quite understand that passionate feeling? It is
quite a passionate feeling.
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