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"I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. ‘How do you know?’ ‘Exactly,’ pounced Roding bitterly. 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. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind.
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