”
Anna nodded, and Mr. And—the idea of committees, of
hustings, of agenda-papers!”
“I don’t see why the responsibility of beauty should all be shifted on to the
women,” said Ann Veronica, suddenly remembering a part of Miss Miniver’s
discourse. 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. Remember! not a word!"
So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to
the ground, and extinguished the light. “Dare!” she
said. Women are made like the potter’s vessels
—either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. “Leave them!” He yelled. Of what was she
thinking? She must rescue herself. "
"Let's toddle over to the Victoria at once.
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