. Charlotte Brontë at home. #^^???---^ -^Jk^j^E ?. BRANWELL BRONTE FROM A DRAWING BY MISS E. TAYLOR The Unrepentant Prodigal i8i upon me and said, She is my little scholarand 1 will go and see her. I replied not a word. I was too muchcut up. When she was gone, I came overhere to the Black Bull, and made a nightof it in sheer disgust and desperation. Whycould they not give me some credit when 1was trying to be good ? Comment is superfluous. Like othermorally infirm people, he cringed andwhined at the lightest lash of retributivejustice. He would have the prodigalswelcome-feast served ungrudging
. Charlotte Brontë at home. #^^???---^ -^Jk^j^E ?. BRANWELL BRONTE FROM A DRAWING BY MISS E. TAYLOR The Unrepentant Prodigal i8i upon me and said, She is my little scholarand 1 will go and see her. I replied not a word. I was too muchcut up. When she was gone, I came overhere to the Black Bull, and made a nightof it in sheer disgust and desperation. Whycould they not give me some credit when 1was trying to be good ? Comment is superfluous. Like othermorally infirm people, he cringed andwhined at the lightest lash of retributivejustice. He would have the prodigalswelcome-feast served ungrudgingly to himwhile still in the foreign land and before hehad felt the gnawings of hunger, much lessthe pangs of contrition. He did not need scenes like these to drivehim to the Black Bull. Every penny hecould beg or borrow he spent there, and inthe surreptitious purchase of opium, resort-ing to the meanest subterfuges to obtainthe deadly drug. More than one attack ofdelirium tremens made a hell of the cham-ber he shared with the brave old blind man.
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