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. I told her it was the end. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. His glance came up again and met hers. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. Gregory B. Wood, sharply. No matter what happened, whether the road smoothed out or became still rougher, he would always be carrying this secret with him; and each time he recalled it, the rack. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation.
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