He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. 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. Melusine, I’ve remembered something that may help you. Got detained in the City, and——” Then he met the fixed, breathless gaze of those wonderful eyes from the other side of the table, and he, too, broke off in the middle of his sentence. ’ Le Petit Journal said that the man was dead. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. “Now replace the stone, my child. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. Her mind left her. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home.
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