” She said as she rested her
head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. 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. Sheppard had been interred. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her
chin. ”
“Would not do what?”
“Well, follow buses from Russell Square to Hampstead. "I'll tell you," answered Jonathan, sternly. We fixed
that. Then the bridge had arched gateways,
bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with
the heads of traitors. Lose not a moment, Hobson. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe.
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