org/donate Section 5. 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. “Turned out to be an impostor, too. The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable. Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe. ” “I thought so,” Courtlaw said. That might happen on her birthday—in August. . " "Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. " "And all the time you loved her?"—appalled.
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