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. Hey. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. " And thus their domesticity at McClintock's began—with the tubbing of a stray yellow dog. Men of action by the scarlet coats with their grey facings—insignia of the county militia. ” A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s face. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. “No!” Her thoughts had turned in a new direction. Jonathan Wild brought him off.
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