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” She said. He died when I was. " "It is, indeed," replied Mrs. ‘It is the life I know. 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. There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present. The chair was torture. Too skilled to advertise their presence by a show of arms and men. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially.
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