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She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. “A Socialist of the order of John Ruskin. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. All we have to apprehend is a rescue.
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