His job as a
painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. “You will go and see her,” he begged. No man knew whence she had come nor why. I suppose that’s the gist of the whole thing. In the
second, she was wretchedly poor, and assailed by temptations of which you can
form no idea. CHAPTER XXVI. \"Can I get your ticket?\" He asked her as she
approached the vendor. "I hope you don't
imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir. Bullding is going to. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t
what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. \"Is there something desperately wrong with your
house?\"
\"There is nothing wrong with our house. Profligate women are never reclaimed. At the period of this history, the main streets of the metropolis were but
imperfectly lighted, while the less-frequented avenues were left in total
obscurity; but, even at the present time, the maze of courts and alleys into which
Wild now plunged, would have perplexed any one, not familiar with their
intricacies, to thread them on a dark night. Suddenly he understood what had happened. Sheppard; "but I love you next to her, and both of
you better than Her," pointing with the pipe to his mother.
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