"I am your most unhappy son. ‘Pig, miss?’
‘The one who calls himself Valade, idiot,’ snapped Melusine impatiently. It was Blueskin. 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. "
Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside. Earles said, slowly, keeping his eyes fixed upon her, “forty
at the ‘Unusual,’ two turns, encores voluntary, six for matinées.
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