Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. 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. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself. It’s just like your Splendid Pride to do it.
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