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"But I have one last request to make. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens. ” She replied. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. . “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. 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. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory.
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