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Her thoughts were deflected from Vivie Warren by the peculiar behavior of a middle-aged gentleman in Piccadilly. But in between these wider phases of comparative confidence were gaps of disconcerting doubt, when the universe was presented as making sinister and threatening faces at her, defying her to defy, preparing a humiliating and shameful overthrow. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. You will only make me hurt you the more. Darkness closed in on them as the officers stepped inside the musty interior. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. It was too good to be true. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground. Anyhow, she’s disappeared for some reason or other.
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