Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to
call myself her friend. He caressed
her tenderly, with no trace of the Sebastian who had
previously knocked her off her feet with a slap across the
mouth. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which
overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who
traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible
promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes
the aspect of virtue. The very
carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the
bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. She felt she must suffocate if these men did not put her down, and
for a time they would not put her down.
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