“It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. To-morrow we'll raise our first island. I was resolved to see you. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. The Pellissiers had been an old family in Hampshire, while his grandfather had driven a van. 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. A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht.
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