take it slow. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. " "Never," replied Winifred. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. The lady looked them over in silence, and then pouting lips trembled, dark eyelashes fluttered, and in a broken voice, she pleaded, ‘Honoured messieurs, you will not allow this—this pig, to be thus cruel? He cannot arrest me. 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. At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. Take the one that struck him at this moment. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once.
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