. It was the grand nursery of vice. "I know not—and care not," replied Jack. ”
“The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. "
"Worth anything?"
"I don't know. Have you suffered?"
"Dear God!… every hour since!"
"The Spurlock conscience. O God!
O God!"
And he appeared convulsed with agony. For what could be more ironical
than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Taber?
The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt!—and this gall and
wormwood! He stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail. "I am content," said Jack. One has to be so careful. I go back about once a year. "These islands that come out of nowhere, like
transparent amethyst, that deepen to sapphire, and then become thickly green!
And always the white coral sand rimming them—emeralds set in pearls!"
"'A thing of beauty is a joy forever!'" quoted McClintock. I bored 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. Bought the freedom of a sing-song girl; and all the
while you knew you'd have to tote the girl back.
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