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Suppose our proper place is a shrine. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. ” Hill closed his eyes. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. ” “Very well,” the man answered. ” Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown moustache and restless grey eyes. 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. It will be necessary to secure his companion; and as you say he is not in the house, some caution must be used in approaching him, or he may chance to take to his heels, for he's a slippery little rascal. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building.
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