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For a few
days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. I told them lies. So I packed up and came to London
next day. He
could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to
limbo—made the idea repellant. "
"I wish I could have foreseen. . And for Suzanne and the
vicomte, I am nothing. "You are
my prisoner.
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