The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. Little by little Sebastian gave to her the story of how she came to be abducted. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. So, not exactly hopefully but earnestly, she returned to the feet of God. ” She muttered some unlady-like comment upon herself under her breath and engaged in secret additions.
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