” She appraised him. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. “My God!” he said again. ” His face darkened. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. “Tell your sister she was right to shoot, quite right. 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.
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