They might applaud, or object,
or interfere, but the drama was her very own. It’s not you—not a bit. "Take her," cried Jonathan; and, flinging the now inanimate body of the poor
widow, who had fainted in the struggle, into the arms of Thames, he leapt
through the window, and by the time the latter could consign her to Wood, and
dart after him, he had disappeared. “I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. . “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. 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. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate. 'Slife! you are wonderfully altered. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once
more to his.
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