“Then I suppose when I have graduated I am to come home?”
“It seems the natural course—”
“And do nothing?”
“There are plenty of things a girl can find to do at home. Fly! fly!"
"Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. She had to exert
tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. In the old days he had been
something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. 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 am giving my understudy a chance. You should have confided in me, and fallen in with my plan at the beginning.
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