" He then spoke authoritatively to the girl. The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit of it. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished. She could not go to him when it was apparent that he needed her beyond all other instances! What had caused this agony did not matter—then. 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 thought that he was dead. It fell with a clatter to the floor. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. “Let’s go home. Meet me. Why should God give particular attention to such a prayer, when He had ignored all others? Certainly there was a trap somewhere.
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