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voice as might be expected from a hopeless heart and fainting frame- a
voice wretchedly low and faltering- I asked if a servant was wanted
here?
'No,' said she; 'we do not keep a servant.'
'Can you tell me where I could get employment of any kind?' I
continued. 'I am a stranger, without acquaintance in this place. I
want some work: no matter what.'
But it was not her business to think for me, or to seek a place for
me: besides, in her eyes, how doubtful must have appeared my
character, position, tale. She shook her head, she 'was sorry she
could give me no information,' and the white door closed, quite gently
and civilly: but it shut me out. If she had held it open a little
longer, I believe I should have begged a piece of bread; for I was now
brought low.
I could not bear to return to the sordid village, where, besides,
no prospect of aid was visible. I should have longed rather to deviate
to a wood I saw not far off, which appeared in its thick shade to
offer inviting shelter; but I was so sick, so weak, so gnawed with
nature's cravings, instinct kept me roaming round abodes where there
was a chance of food. Solitude would be no solitude- rest no rest-
while the vulture, hunger, thus sank beak and talons in my side.
I drew near houses; I left them, and came back again, and again I