It’s the poor dears who do, who
know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side
flowers. 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. “I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said. “But who could have lent you money?”
“I pawned my pearl necklace. ” She stepped into the curtains as Martin
stared daggers. They talked across their meal in an easy and friendly manner about Ann
Veronica’s affairs. "Is your person in danger?"
"Not from my creditors," replied Wood, significantly. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up
with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them
pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree
earrings. Within forty-eight hours the girl would be
on her way east and the boy see-sawing the South China Sea, for ever moving at
absolute angles. He bent to her hand, and she slipped off the ring and gave it to him to examine. ‘She won’t like it,’ prophesied the captain gloomily.
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