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“You’re a student, perhaps?” said the tall woman. "Oh!" she gasped. You haven’t an idea what the sort of employment you could get there would be like, the sort of people you would be mixed up with. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. “Well, you certainly did very well at tea,” she remarked. 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. “Women should understand men’s affairs, perhaps,” said Miss Garvice, “but to mingle in them is just to sacrifice that power of influencing they can exercise now. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. He was all alone, too. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t.
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