I
want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write
the word—your husband. 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. I stole
away and walked to the railway station. My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St. ‘But so also
it is downstairs. She fell with a
plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a
statue, water eddying around her. This was Blueskin, who burst through the
trees, and sword in hand assaulted the thief-taker.
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