The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. ’ ‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. She reloaded. Her father had determined on a new line. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. ” She replied. “How dare you!” They were both astonished at the other’s strength.
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