Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry
voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery. "So, wanton, I have found you!"
"Wanton! Why, you infernal liar!" cried Spurlock, striking at the arm. Getting back the ice was rather a serious affair. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as
fresh and bright as a rose. ’
‘Aye, more’s the pity. "Promise me that. 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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