“Do you know that boy very well, Shar?” Cathy Beck yelled in the general direction of the lavatory. 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. And meanwhile, we’ll just have these no doubt potentially lethal little claws of yours out of harm’s way. “Men are curious animals, with a trick of falling in love readily with girls about your age. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Wild had escaped. Before I met you I never met any one whom I felt I could love, but you have discovered depths in my own nature I had scarcely suspected. ‘Ah, yes,’ Gerald said, jumping down from the coach and waiting for the fellow to let down the steps for Melusine, ‘I had forgotten about you. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. . They fell into step again. For her mother to betray her seemed inevitable, but the betrayal seemed worse than her fate.
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