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"Oh! he told you that, did he?" said Blueskin, marching up to her, and chucking
her under the chin. “Must be hard to find a decent violin
teacher these days. What would it be without
that safeguard?”
Ogilvy pursued his own topic. She was shifting, moving back. Thought she was a nun at first. You are the one person I can
understand and feel—feel right with. The simile started a
laugh in his throat. 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. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving
parasite—something quite insignificant. Wood.
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