’ ‘Dieu du ciel! But this is catastrophe. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. " "Conduct me to your dwelling, Sir, without further delay," said Trenchard, sternly,—"to the boy. I like high tone for a flourish and stars and ideas; but I want my things. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something to drink. "You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. He would see this sister.
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