We WERE thieves. ”
“Never,” he exclaimed vehemently. 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. The Storm
VII. Gerald began to ease forward, deciding just how he would accost her. What was to hinder me, if I had been so
inclined, from directing them to your retreat?"
"Enough," replied Darrell. She would be haunted
by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the
next hundred years. ”
“It would be different all the same. "Are you a human being, to leave her thus?"
"It is better so. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go.
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