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‘
Ah
!
poor
,
houseless
,
wandering
,
motherless
child
!
’
cried
the
old
man
,
clasping
his
hands
and
gazing
as
if
for
the
first
time
upon
her
anxious
face
,
her
travel
-
stained
dress
,
and
bruised
and
swollen
feet
;
‘
has
all
my
agony
of
care
brought
her
to
this
at
last
!
Was
I
a
happy
man
once
,
and
have
I
lost
happiness
and
all
I
had
,
for
this
!
’
‘
If
we
were
in
the
country
now
,
’
said
the
child
,
with
assumed
cheerfulness
,
as
they
walked
on
looking
about
them
for
a
shelter
,
we
should
find
some
good
old
tree
,
stretching
out
his
green
arms
as
if
he
loved
us
,
and
nodding
and
rustling
as
if
he
would
have
us
fall
asleep
,
thinking
of
him
while
he
watched
.
Please
God
,
we
shall
be
there
soon
—
to
-
morrow
or
next
day
at
the
farthest
—
and
in
the
meantime
let
us
think
,
dear
,
that
it
was
a
good
thing
we
came
here
;
for
we
are
lost
in
the
crowd
and
hurry
of
this
place
,
and
if
any
cruel
people
should
pursue
us
,
they
could
surely
never
trace
us
further
.
There
’
s
comfort
in
that
.
And
here
’
s
a
deep
old
doorway
—
very
dark
,
but
quite
dry
,
and
warm
too
,
for
the
wind
don
’
t
blow
in
here
—
What
’
s
that
!
’
Uttering
a
half
shriek
,
she
recoiled
from
a
black
figure
which
came
suddenly
out
of
the
dark
recess
in
which
they
were
about
to
take
refuge
,
and
stood
still
,
looking
at
them
.
‘
Speak
again
,
’
it
said
;
‘
do
I
know
the
voice
?
’
‘
No
,
’
replied
the
child
timidly
;
‘
we
are
strangers
,
and
having
no
money
for
a
night
’
s
lodging
,
were
going
to
rest
here
.
’
There
was
a
feeble
lamp
at
no
great
distance
;
the
only
one
in
the
place
,
which
was
a
kind
of
square
yard
,
but
sufficient
to
show
how
poor
and
mean
it
was
.
To
this
,
the
figure
beckoned
them
;
at
the
same
time
drawing
within
its
rays
,
as
if
to
show
that
it
had
no
desire
to
conceal
itself
or
take
them
at
an
advantage
.
The
form
was
that
of
a
man
,
miserably
clad
and
begrimed
with
smoke
,
which
,
perhaps
by
its
contrast
with
the
natural
colour
of
his
skin
,
made
him
look
paler
than
he
really
was
.
That
he
was
naturally
of
a
very
wan
and
pallid
aspect
,
however
,
his
hollow
cheeks
,
sharp
features
,
and
sunken
eyes
,
no
less
than
a
certain
look
of
patient
endurance
,
sufficiently
testified
.
His
voice
was
harsh
by
nature
,
but
not
brutal
;
and
though
his
face
,
besides
possessing
the
characteristics
already
mentioned
,
was
overshadowed
by
a
quantity
of
long
dark
hair
,
its
expression
was
neither
ferocious
nor
bad
.
‘
How
came
you
to
think
of
resting
there
?
’
he
said
.
‘
Or
how
,
’
he
added
,
looking
more
attentively
at
the
child
,
‘
do
you
come
to
want
a
place
of
rest
at
this
time
of
night
?
’
‘
Our
misfortunes
,
’
the
grandfather
answered
,
‘
are
the
cause
.
’
‘
Do
you
know
,
’
said
the
man
,
looking
still
more
earnestly
at
Nell
,
‘
how
wet
she
is
,
and
that
the
damp
streets
are
not
a
place
for
her
?
’
