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‘You are wise, Marthe. ” Dessert was served. ’ Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own tone light. He scooped up Michelle’s unconscious body. " "You will never become that, Ruth. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. 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. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone.
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