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Spurling, drily. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of dining with me. Once upon a time she and Roddy had descended thence by the drain-pipe. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. “Annabel Pellissier is known to most of us. Don't you hear how you've made it cry?" "Throttle the kid!" rejoined Blueskin, fiercely. 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. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think.
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