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’s the stir of spring,” he said. ” Lucy said, watching people mechanically pump quarters into the till. I thought it would be magnificent to have a great house in Paris, and more money than any other woman. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. “Yes, I remember,” she said.
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