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Then they rode off at speed. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. 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.
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