De Quincey's WritingsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1850 |
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... sorrow at my failure . This person was a young woman , and one of that un- happy class who subsist upon the wages of prostitution . I feel no shame , nor have any reason to feel it , in avow- ing , that I was then on familiar and ...
... sorrow at my failure . This person was a young woman , and one of that un- happy class who subsist upon the wages of prostitution . I feel no shame , nor have any reason to feel it , in avow- ing , that I was then on familiar and ...
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... sorrow had taken hold of her young heart ; and per- haps she thought justly that the most upright judge , and the most righteous tribunals , could do nothing to repair her heaviest wrongs . Something , however , would perhaps have been ...
... sorrow had taken hold of her young heart ; and per- haps she thought justly that the most upright judge , and the most righteous tribunals , could do nothing to repair her heaviest wrongs . Something , however , would perhaps have been ...
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... sorrow , would by that same levity be made incapable of resisting it on any casual access of such feelings ; but also , I believe , that all minds which have contemplated such objects as deeply as I have done , must , for their own ...
... sorrow , would by that same levity be made incapable of resisting it on any casual access of such feelings ; but also , I believe , that all minds which have contemplated such objects as deeply as I have done , must , for their own ...
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... sorrow ; so that , when I kissed her at our final fare- well , she put her arms about my neck , and wept with- out speaking a word . I hoped to return in a week at farthest , and I agreed with her that on the fifth night from that , and ...
... sorrow ; so that , when I kissed her at our final fare- well , she put her arms about my neck , and wept with- out speaking a word . I hoped to return in a week at farthest , and I agreed with her that on the fifth night from that , and ...
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... sorrow ; and if again I walked in London , a solitary and contemplative man , ( as often- times I did , ) I walked for the most part in serenity and peace of mind . And , although it is true that the calamities of my noviciate in London ...
... sorrow ; and if again I walked in London , a solitary and contemplative man , ( as often- times I did , ) I walked for the most part in serenity and peace of mind . And , although it is true that the calamities of my noviciate in London ...
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