“Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. 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. But I liked to say it. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. ” 281 282 About the Author Kimberly Steele grew up in a suburb of Chicago, Illinois and currently resides in Naperville, Illinois. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. Wood, popping her head through the window. One OUGHT to want to please her. " "I can't. And then: “Of course! Always.
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