The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous
blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. Spurlock possessed a vigorous intellect, critical, disquisitional, creative; and yet
he saw nothing remarkable in the girl's readiness to marry him! An obsession is a
blind spot. Racing, he reached it perhaps a moment or two later. ”
Her hand hung over the side of her chair nearest to him. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. “Will he die?” she asked. It's a long time since we met, eight years and
more. His five o’clock shadow was bristly
against her fingers. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. ToC
Thames Darrell's fears were not, however, groundless. 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. “Shut up, you little faggot.
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