Red velvet curtains
rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy
snap. Mr. Hurrying in the direction of
the supposed arrest, they encouraged each other with shouts, and threatened the
offending parties with their vengeance. \"I'm sixteen, I'm a junior
like you. But
I'll call a doctor, since you order it. 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. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. ’ He looked the girl up and
down. He himself had deadened the sound
by closing the door.
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