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. This I know, for the Valades have taught me so, and the nuns also. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. The latter gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance. It was so difficult to put precisely. " "Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he concluded his narration. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away.
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