” “What’s our lot?” asked her sister. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. He looked at her reproachfully. “Never was such an age of transition. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. Sheppard wildly. 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. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. He seated himself before it.
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