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. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. . " "What do you mean?" asked the female, in astonishment. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how. He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. "Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. You have the ideas.
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