\" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. I freely forgive you. ” “I don’t care how we meet,” she said. Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house. 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. Que pasa con ustedes?” He returned in bad Spanish. Neither of them believed me. She resumed her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again. Home!— which I never hoped to see again.
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