Richard Marsh · 1897
A shape-shifting creature stalks a London politician. Read The Beetle by Richard Marsh page by page and explore its network of 529 people, places and things.
To have tramped about all day looking for work; to have begged even for a job which would give me money enough to buy a little food; and to have tramped and to have begged in vain,--that was bad. But, sick at heart, depressed in mind and in body, exhausted by hunger and fatigue, to have been compelled to pocket any little pride I might have left, and solicit, as the penniless, homeless tramp which indeed I was, a night’s lodging in the casual ward,--and to solicit it in vain!--that was worse. Much worse. About as bad as bad could be.
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