Chapter 227

1991 Parole

'Ah!' said he slowly, 'the drink! You see, that's just my trouble.' He spoke with a simplicity that was touching, looking at me at the same time with something strange and timid in his eye, half- ashamed, half-sorry, like a good child who knows he should be beaten. You would have said he recognised a destiny to which he was born, and accepted the consequences mildly. Like the merchant Abudah, he was at the same time fleeing from his destiny and carrying it along with him, the whole at an expense of six guineas. As far as I saw, drink, idleness, and incompetency were the three great causes of emigration, and for all of them, and drink first and foremost, this trick of getting transported overseas appears to me the silliest means of cure. You cannot run away from a weakness; you must some

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