"My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. He was never drunk in the
accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant
upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry,
which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards
whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. By instinct. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which
overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who
traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible
promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes
the aspect of virtue. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. You have been her
guardian angel.
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