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The first stroke appeared to arouse all the vindictive passions of Jonathan. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked 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. I spoke a thought aloud. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid.
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