Shakespeare says:
O Opportunity, thy guilt is great,
'Tis thou that execut'st the traitor's treason:
Thou set'st the wolf where he the lamb may get:
Whoever plots the sin, thou 'point'st the season;
'Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason;
And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him,
Sits Sin, to seize the souls that wander by him.
If the guilt of opportunity is great, how much greater is the
guilt of that which is believed to be opportunity, but in reality is
no opportunity at all. If the better part of valour is discretion, how
much more is not discretion the better part of vice?
About ten minutes after we last saw Ernest, a scared, insulted
girl, flushed and trembling, was seen hurrying from Mrs. Jupp's
house as fast as her agitated state would let her, and in another
ten minutes two policemen were seen also coming out of Mrs. Jupp's,
between whom there shambled rather than walked our unhappy friend
Ernest, with staring eyes, ghastly pale, and with despair branded upon
every line of his face.
CHAPTER LXI
Pryer had done well to warn Ernest against promiscuous
house-to-house visitation.
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