"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. All he will say is that she said so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. I came here to beg you not to sign that contract. Let us be gone. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. ’ ‘That is silly. 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. “But it is so difficult——” “Not at all,” he answered eagerly.
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