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“What the hell. ”
She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard
spring green and almond blossom. 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. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and
disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. ” To
remain, she felt, was to concede everything. “Gross. He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle
of the door. She went to market every day to fetch the daily bread
and more herbs for more medicines and potions, plus
treats for the apprentices made of honey and almond
paste. Och! many a mug o' bubb have I drained wi' the landlord,
Joe Hind.
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