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"What! the famous housebreaker. "To-night, your ladyship?" ventured an elderly domestic. She looked in the glass over and over as she checked
for lint and makeup streaks. “That doesn’t touch the question I asked you,” she said. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. I don’t quite know why. She found herself talking to Capes in an undertone of
rational admission. When Mr. 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. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like
death!"
Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. He turned his back on that temptation. It is easy enough to sing these little
chansons in an original way—it requires a very different sort of ability to
succeed on the stage. Capital swordsman.
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