"But calm yourself, dear sister, or the interview will be too much for you. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. Milice,’ Gerald translated. There was more shouting. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. You are a sisterless man; you have never heard the ordinary talk that goes on at a girls’ boarding-school. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. The girl was pretty, and apparently a lady. O'Higgins eyed it thoughtfully. 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. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad.
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