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From: | Oswald Escobar |
Subject: | [Bug-dotgnu-libs] proclamation |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 17:25:00 -0700 |
The woman sniffed and looked into the distance. It
was only autumn, but the cold was bitter.
Paddy set out for Portsmouth, where he had
a.
They arelike the trippers who say such cutting
things about trippers. The other great evil of a tramps life is enforced idleness.
They were afraid of us, and we were frankly bullying them. He consulted a tramp, who
advised him to goto the workhouse.
The copper starts feelin inside my coat, andhe
pulls out a pound of meat and two loaves of bread.
Some of the tramps began telling stories. With all
this, he could laugh over the loss of hisrazor.
In thepublic wards of a hospital no one even hopes
to sleep well.
It was interesting to see the subtle way in which
he disassociatedhimself from these here tramps.
Ofcourse, no one can sleep soundly in such
circumstances. Some of the tramps began telling stories.
It was a sixteen-mile walk over asphalt,blistering
to the heels, and we were acutely hungry.
It was much like Romton and Edbury, and we saw
nothingof the ghost.
There is no law to say thatthe beds in a
lodging-house must be comfortable.
He give me threepence, andthe next moment he turns
round and gives me in charge for beggin. The constant circulation of tramps is
somethingquite artificial.
This is only a rough idea, and there are some
obvious objections toit.
Butit is not so; in fact, one can almost say that
below a certain levelsociety is entirely male. On the way there was a fightbetween
two of the tramps.
The wastage was astonishing and, in
thecircumstances, appalling.
Dem as sleeps deregenerally wraps demselves up in
newspaper, but it dont do much good. So thus, you see, do what you will,The fruits
of sin are suffering still,O unhappy Bella!
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