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"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
unthinkingly
,
and
I
sprang
to
my
feet
and
ransacked
all
my
pockets
.
But
the
child
thinks
I
only
want
to
make
fun
of
her
,
and
she
goes
away
at
once
without
saying
a
word
.
This
dumb
forbearance
was
too
much
for
me
.
If
she
had
abused
me
,
it
would
have
been
more
endurable
.
I
was
stung
with
pain
,
and
recalled
her
.
"
I
do
n't
possess
a
farthing
;
but
I
will
remember
you
later
on
,
maybe
tomorrow
.
What
is
your
name
?
Yes
,
that
is
a
pretty
name
;
I
wo
n't
forget
it
.
Till
tomorrow
,
then
...
.
"
But
I
understood
quite
well
that
she
did
not
believe
me
,
although
she
never
said
one
word
;
and
I
cried
with
despair
because
this
little
street
wench
would
not
believe
in
me
.
Once
again
I
called
her
back
,
tore
open
my
coat
,
and
was
about
to
give
her
my
waistcoat
.
"
I
will
make
up
to
you
for
it
,
"
said
I
;
"
wait
only
a
moment
"
...
and
lo
!
I
had
no
waistcoat
.
What
in
the
world
made
me
look
for
it
?
Weeks
had
gone
by
since
it
was
in
my
possession
.
What
was
the
matter
with
me
,
anyway
?
The
astonished
child
waited
no
longer
,
but
withdrew
fearsomely
,
and
I
was
compelled
to
let
her
go
.
People
throng
round
me
,
laugh
aloud
;
a
policeman
thrusts
his
way
through
to
me
,
and
wants
to
know
what
is
the
row
.
"
Nothing
!
"
I
reply
,
"
nothing
at
all
;
I
only
wanted
to
give
the
little
girl
over
there
my
waistcoat
...
for
her
father
...
you
need
n't
stand
there
and
laugh
at
that
...
I
have
only
to
go
home
and
put
on
another
.
"
"
No
disturbance
in
the
street
,
"
says
the
constable
;
"
so
,
march
,
"
and
he
gives
me
a
shove
on
.
"
Is
them
your
papers
?
"
he
calls
after
me
.
