“You must pack for
me. She found an old
drunk wandering the streets. “Do you want to ruin me? I shall
walk back. Prior to the great adventure, her mirrors had been the still pools in the
rocks after the ebb. 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. When my father died, and we were left
alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for
singing professionally or try painting. "
"I've no intention of stirring," replied the woollen-draper, who was thus
unceremoniously disturbed: "and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. Who
is to say that I am not André Valade, an obscure relation of the late vicomte. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm
not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. Yet either the rest or the wine
seemed already to have done him good.
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