"And Jack?"
"Gone too," sobbed his daughter. ”
“When?”
“At tea. "I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. ’
‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon
she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's
sober; hands too shaky. "It is open," replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springing through the outlet. 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.
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