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They
withdrew
into
a
low
archway
for
shelter
from
the
rain
,
and
watched
the
faces
of
those
who
passed
,
to
find
in
one
among
them
a
ray
of
encouragement
or
hope
.
Some
frowned
,
some
smiled
,
some
muttered
to
themselves
,
some
made
slight
gestures
,
as
if
anticipating
the
conversation
in
which
they
would
shortly
be
engaged
,
some
wore
the
cunning
look
of
bargaining
and
plotting
,
some
were
anxious
and
eager
,
some
slow
and
dull
;
in
some
countenances
,
were
written
gain
;
in
others
,
loss
.
It
was
like
being
in
the
confidence
of
all
these
people
to
stand
quietly
there
,
looking
into
their
faces
as
they
flitted
past
.
In
busy
places
,
where
each
man
has
an
object
of
his
own
,
and
feels
assured
that
every
other
man
has
his
,
his
character
and
purpose
are
written
broadly
in
his
face
.
In
the
public
walks
and
lounges
of
a
town
,
people
go
to
see
and
to
be
seen
,
and
there
the
same
expression
,
with
little
variety
,
is
repeated
a
hundred
times
.
The
working
-
day
faces
come
nearer
to
the
truth
,
and
let
it
out
more
plainly
.
Falling
into
that
kind
of
abstraction
which
such
a
solitude
awakens
,
the
child
continued
to
gaze
upon
the
passing
crowd
with
a
wondering
interest
,
amounting
almost
to
a
temporary
forgetfulness
of
her
own
condition
.
But
cold
,
wet
,
hunger
,
want
of
rest
,
and
lack
of
any
place
in
which
to
lay
her
aching
head
,
soon
brought
her
thoughts
back
to
the
point
whence
they
had
strayed
.
No
one
passed
who
seemed
to
notice
them
,
or
to
whom
she
durst
appeal
.
After
some
time
,
they
left
their
place
of
refuge
from
the
weather
,
and
mingled
with
the
concourse
.
Evening
came
on
.
They
were
still
wandering
up
and
down
,
with
fewer
people
about
them
,
but
with
the
same
sense
of
solitude
in
their
own
breasts
,
and
the
same
indifference
from
all
around
.
The
lights
in
the
streets
and
shops
made
them
feel
yet
more
desolate
,
for
with
their
help
,
night
and
darkness
seemed
to
come
on
faster
.
Shivering
with
the
cold
and
damp
,
ill
in
body
,
and
sick
to
death
at
heart
,
the
child
needed
her
utmost
firmness
and
resolution
even
to
creep
along
.
Why
had
they
ever
come
to
this
noisy
town
,
when
there
were
peaceful
country
places
,
in
which
,
at
least
,
they
might
have
hungered
and
thirsted
,
with
less
suffering
than
in
its
squalid
strife
!
They
were
but
an
atom
,
here
,
in
a
mountain
heap
of
misery
,
the
very
sight
of
which
increased
their
hopelessness
and
suffering
.
The
child
had
not
only
to
endure
the
accumulated
hardships
of
their
destitute
condition
,
but
to
bear
the
reproaches
of
her
grandfather
,
who
began
to
murmur
at
having
been
led
away
from
their
late
abode
,
and
demand
that
they
should
return
to
it
.
Being
now
penniless
,
and
no
relief
or
prospect
of
relief
appearing
,
they
retraced
their
steps
through
the
deserted
streets
,
and
went
back
to
the
wharf
,
hoping
to
find
the
boat
in
which
they
had
come
,
and
to
be
allowed
to
sleep
on
board
that
night
.
But
here
again
they
were
disappointed
,
for
the
gate
was
closed
,
and
some
fierce
dogs
,
barking
at
their
approach
,
obliged
them
to
retreat
.
‘
We
must
sleep
in
the
open
air
to
-
night
,
dear
,
’
said
the
child
in
a
weak
voice
,
as
they
turned
away
from
this
last
repulse
;
‘
and
to
-
morrow
we
will
beg
our
way
to
some
quiet
part
of
the
country
,
and
try
to
earn
our
bread
in
very
humble
work
.
’
‘
Why
did
you
bring
me
here
?
’
returned
the
old
man
fiercely
.
‘
I
cannot
bear
these
close
eternal
streets
.
We
came
from
a
quiet
part
.
Why
did
you
force
me
to
leave
it
?
’
‘
Because
I
must
have
that
dream
I
told
you
of
,
no
more
,
’
said
the
child
,
with
a
momentary
firmness
that
lost
itself
in
tears
;
‘
and
we
must
live
among
poor
people
,
or
it
will
come
again
.
Dear
grandfather
,
you
are
old
and
weak
,
I
know
;
but
look
at
me
.
I
never
will
complain
if
you
will
not
,
but
I
have
some
suffering
indeed
.
’
