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‘
You
are
desperate
,
’
said
the
gentleman
,
taking
out
his
snuff
-
box
,
‘
and
I
am
sorry
for
you
.
’
‘
I
am
desperate
,
’
returned
the
woman
,
‘
and
you
have
made
me
so
.
Give
me
back
my
son
,
to
work
for
these
helpless
children
.
Be
a
just
man
,
Sir
,
and
,
as
you
have
had
mercy
upon
this
boy
,
give
me
back
my
son
!
’
The
child
had
seen
and
heard
enough
to
know
that
this
was
not
a
place
at
which
to
ask
for
alms
.
She
led
the
old
man
softly
from
the
door
,
and
they
pursued
their
journey
.
With
less
and
less
of
hope
or
strength
,
as
they
went
on
,
but
with
an
undiminished
resolution
not
to
betray
by
any
word
or
sigh
her
sinking
state
,
so
long
as
she
had
energy
to
move
,
the
child
,
throughout
the
remainder
of
that
hard
day
,
compelled
herself
to
proceed
:
not
even
stopping
to
rest
as
frequently
as
usual
,
to
compensate
in
some
measure
for
the
tardy
pace
at
which
she
was
obliged
to
walk
.
Evening
was
drawing
on
,
but
had
not
closed
in
,
when
—
still
travelling
among
the
same
dismal
objects
—
they
came
to
a
busy
town
.
Faint
and
spiritless
as
they
were
,
its
streets
were
insupportable
.
After
humbly
asking
for
relief
at
some
few
doors
,
and
being
repulsed
,
they
agreed
to
make
their
way
out
of
it
as
speedily
as
they
could
,
and
try
if
the
inmates
of
any
lone
house
beyond
,
would
have
more
pity
on
their
exhausted
state
.
They
were
dragging
themselves
along
through
the
last
street
,
and
the
child
felt
that
the
time
was
close
at
hand
when
her
enfeebled
powers
would
bear
no
more
There
appeared
before
them
,
at
this
juncture
,
going
in
the
same
direction
as
themselves
,
a
traveller
on
foot
,
who
,
with
a
portmanteau
strapped
to
his
back
,
leaned
upon
a
stout
stick
as
he
walked
,
and
read
from
a
book
which
he
held
in
his
other
hand
.
It
was
not
an
easy
matter
to
come
up
with
him
,
and
beseech
his
aid
,
for
he
walked
fast
,
and
was
a
little
distance
in
advance
.
At
length
,
he
stopped
,
to
look
more
attentively
at
some
passage
in
his
book
.
Animated
with
a
ray
of
hope
,
the
child
shot
on
before
her
grandfather
,
and
,
going
close
to
the
stranger
without
rousing
him
by
the
sound
of
her
footsteps
,
began
,
in
a
few
faint
words
,
to
implore
his
help
.
He
turned
his
head
.
The
child
clapped
her
hands
together
,
uttered
a
wild
shriek
,
and
fell
senseless
at
his
feet
.
It
was
the
poor
schoolmaster
.
No
other
than
the
poor
schoolmaster
.
Scarcely
less
moved
and
surprised
by
the
sight
of
the
child
than
she
had
been
on
recognising
him
,
he
stood
,
for
a
moment
,
silent
and
confounded
by
this
unexpected
apparition
,
without
even
the
presence
of
mind
to
raise
her
from
the
ground
.
