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Chapter 40

           ‘EverySundaynight,fromelevenuntiltheclockstrikestwelve,’saidthegirlwithouthesitation,‘IwillwalkonLondonBridgeifIamalive.’

           ‘Stayanothermoment,’interposedRose,asthegirlmovedhurriedlytowardsthedoor.‘Thinkonceagainonyourowncondition,andtheopportunityyouhaveofescapingfromit.Youhaveaclaimonme:notonlyasthevoluntarybearerofthisintelligence,butasawomanlostalmostbeyondredemption.Willyoureturntothisgangofrobbers,andtothisman,whenawordcansaveyou?Whatfascinationisitthatcantakeyouback,andmakeyouclingtowickednessandmisery?Oh!istherenochordinyourheartthatIcantouch!Istherenothingleft,towhichIcanappealagainstthisterribleinfatuation!’

           ‘Whenladiesasyoung,andgood,andbeautifulasyouare,’repliedthegirlsteadily,‘giveawayyourhearts,lovewillcarryyoualllengths—evensuchasyou,whohavehome,friends,otheradmirers,everything,tofillthem.WhensuchasI,whohavenocertainroofbutthecoffinlid,andnofriendinsicknessordeathbutthehospitalnurse,setourrottenheartsonanyman,andlethimfilltheplacethathasbeenablankthroughallourwretchedlives,whocanhopetocureus?Pityus,lady—pityusforhavingonlyonefeelingofthewomanleft,andforhavingthatturned,byaheavyjudgment,fromacomfortandapride,intoanewmeansofviolenceandsuffering.’

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