“Because you used to be my friend, Lucy, and now I don’t get to see you anymore unless I can get into your house. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. 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. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. Give me the keys and the light. ‘Parbleu, you waste time. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. CHAPTER XXI. Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed. ” “All right. Melusine’s eyes shifted.
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