"You want me, then?" she said. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. “My dear, can you see in this light? I think I would like to get in. On the right of the postern against the wall was affixed a small grating, sustaining the debtor's box; and any pleasure which the passerby might derive from contemplating the splendid structure above described was damped at beholding the pale faces and squalid figures of the captives across the bars of its strongly-grated windows. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure.
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