E. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y
pense. We've got to make
him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again. \"Oh. He took Diane out. "
Exclamations of wonder burst from all. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. “Have you any money?”
“Lots,” Anna answered laconically. 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. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of
his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed
moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. He did not even reply to her for several minutes. A few
yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of
humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up
his trail. "He hash eshcaped!" cried the Jew.
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