There had been nothing much in life then, and one could always find a
short way out of it _via_ the water or an overdose of something.
But now the world was changed, and he craved for Life and the fulness
of Life, for he had tasted happiness and stood for a moment in the
outer courts of the House of Love. He had no friends who could have
helped him, and no qualifications for earning his living at any other
trade or profession. He had begun life with a luxurious home, a
refined and useless education, and the mind of a dreamer, an idealist.
None of these things were valuable assets in his present career.
Like Arithelli he spoke several languages more or less fluently, and
like her again possessed both understanding and a love of horses, but
what avail were these things when he had neither money, references nor
influence, and as a further disadvantage he was known to be an
associate of the revolutionaries, and his tendency to consumption would
keep him out of many kinds of employment.
He turned over the few coins in his hand. Just enough to keep him for
a week and then--the deluge!
He waited, prowling up and down the street, impatiently until Emile
appeared in the distance.
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