. A romance of Regent Street : a novel. Nellie, still kneel-ing. Why are such things permitted ? * There is no such thing as justice on theearth; it only lives and burns within oursouls, and the craving for it consumes was left to me ? Vanities, visiting,idling, hollow amusements, even art or ambi-tion — how could I bear that false life ofutter emptiness .^ Better be the peasant The Living Shadow. 197 woman with her babe in her arms, walkingby her husbands side, than such a creatureas I. But I never feel really mad till I seered roses, so when I die bury me deep inthem, my hands cros
. A romance of Regent Street : a novel. Nellie, still kneel-ing. Why are such things permitted ? * There is no such thing as justice on theearth; it only lives and burns within oursouls, and the craving for it consumes was left to me ? Vanities, visiting,idling, hollow amusements, even art or ambi-tion — how could I bear that false life ofutter emptiness .^ Better be the peasant The Living Shadow. 197 woman with her babe in her arms, walkingby her husbands side, than such a creatureas I. But I never feel really mad till I seered roses, so when I die bury me deep inthem, my hands crossed on my breast, holdingmasses of them, all heaped around. There was a movement on the heard Mrs Foggs voice, and thesepulchral tones of her husband. They have come for me/ said Aurelia,shaking back her hair, and, opening the door,looked out and listened. Keep the ring,she muttered, tossing one off her finger toNellie, and now—farewell She held out her wasted hand. Nellieseized it, pressing it reverently to her
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