It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. You are not ‘Alcide. “Or I wouldn’t have said anything about it.
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