The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to their conversation. That'll tune me up. 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. She glanced into his face. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. "What is he gone there for?" "With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a cunning smile. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. She was still good at following orders. She knew it. She prevaricated. But men of the Spurlock type, who walk straight, who are unobtrusive and intensely pale, they break swiftly and inexplicably. "What is it?" "The night," she answered.
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