"I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. See? You marry me. Such pretty manners, she thought. . Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. “As a matter of fact, I deserve to. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. 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. She drew a breath, and sighed it out. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. "As sure as one reasonably can be.
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