Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. 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. ” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Ann Veronica, by H. Not a bark could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. "I beg pardon," he said. "I believe he's gone," he said, returning to Jonathan.
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