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. It’s a pure joy of giving—giving to YOU. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. She ought to have leapt back on guard. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. “It was perhaps my fault. Everybody looked askance at everybody else. Stanley. It had seemed to her that life might be very good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about her. She used to lock Jordan and Josiah in the closet when they were toddlers. ‘It is in truth you?’ ‘Of course it is I. "Do you know what you are talking about, Mrs. He was an old, skilled vampire.
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