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One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. Sheppard, shuddering violently. The latter formed by far the most knavish-looking and unprepossessing portion of the assemblage. “What a gloomy person you are!” she murmured. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. The youth with his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’ Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into something higher. The perception of him flooded her being. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions.
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