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. ”
It was a long, meandering talk, stupid, shameful, and unavoidable. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing
at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum
shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of
perfect teeth. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and
liking for him. Then began expostulations, preluded by a
telegram and headed by her aunt. “I suppose I shall have to write an answer. ”
“I didn’t mind that little argument. The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she
had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her
landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very
fortunately was vacant. But I'll never part with your irons.
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