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“Well, well, Martin. You are a sisterless man; you have never heard the ordinary talk that goes on at a girls’ boarding-school. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me. The well of tears in her eyes was dry. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. Is there anything you'd like?" "Books. "Recollect you are in my power. "Jump!" cried Ben, in a voice of thunder. ” “I can spare it,” Anna answered suavely. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. 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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