They died in the same winter--a cruel winter.

I used to go about begging bits of firewood from the neighbours.

There was a man in our house who kept dogs, and I remember once catching hold of a bit of dirty meat--I can't call it meat--that one of them had gnawed and left on the stairs; and I ate it, as if I'd been a dog myself, I was that driven with hunger.

Why, I feel the cold and the hunger at this minute! It was a cruel winter, that, and it left me alone.

I had to get my own living as best I could.
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