E. 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. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. ’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her. My foster mom works there as a second job. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. And all the third act is love-sick music. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night.
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