Sniveling
brats, little fatherless bastards, you should breathe a sigh
of relief. It was a moment of
breathless interest to all engaged in the attempt. . “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. Jonathan Wild. “Very funny. But one could not count with
any confidence upon Capes. The Leads. A thousand dollars is a lot of money for an
author to earn. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through
life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to
the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Ah, if I had written that!"
"Don't you want to live?"
"I don't know; I really don't know. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat
there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. Nothing to do; nothing for the
hands, the mind, the heart. She wondered wildly why she had stood up.
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