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"
"
Oh
,
naturally
;
you
are
going
with
some
one
else
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
answered
.
But
I
was
conscious
that
I
stood
in
a
sorry
plight
in
face
of
this
unique
street
jade
,
and
I
made
up
my
mind
to
save
appearances
at
least
.
"
What
is
your
name
?
"
I
inquired
.
"
Mary
,
eh
?
Well
,
listen
to
me
now
,
Mary
!
"
and
I
set
about
explaining
my
behaviour
.
The
girl
grew
more
and
more
astonished
in
measure
as
I
proceeded
.
Had
she
then
believed
that
I
,
too
,
was
one
of
those
who
went
about
the
street
at
night
and
ran
after
little
girls
?
Did
she
really
think
so
badly
of
me
?
Had
I
perhaps
said
anything
rude
to
her
from
the
beginning
?
Did
one
behave
as
I
had
done
when
one
was
actuated
by
any
bad
motive
?
Briefly
,
in
so
many
words
,
I
had
accosted
her
,
and
accompanied
her
those
few
paces
,
to
see
how
far
she
would
go
on
with
it
.
For
the
rest
,
my
name
was
So-and-so
--
Pastor
So-and-so
.
"
Good-night
;
depart
,
and
sin
no
more
!
"
With
these
words
I
left
her
.
I
rubbed
my
hands
with
delight
over
my
happy
notion
,
and
soliloquized
aloud
,
"
What
a
joy
there
is
in
going
about
doing
good
actions
.
"
Perhaps
I
had
given
this
fallen
creature
an
upward
impulse
for
her
whole
life
;
save
her
,
once
for
all
,
from
destruction
,
and
she
would
appreciate
it
when
she
came
to
think
over
it
;
remember
me
yet
in
her
hour
of
death
with
thankful
heart
.
Ah
!
in
truth
,
it
paid
to
be
honourable
,
upright
,
and
righteous
!
My
spirits
were
effervescing
.
I
felt
fresh
and
courageous
enough
to
face
anything
that
might
turn
up
.
If
I
only
had
a
candle
,
I
might
perhaps
complete
my
article
.
I
walked
on
,
jingling
my
new
door-key
in
my
hand
;
hummed
,
and
whistled
,
and
speculated
as
to
means
of
procuring
a
candle
.
There
was
no
other
way
out
of
it
.
I
would
have
to
take
my
writing
materials
with
me
into
the
street
,
under
a
lamp-post
.
I
opened
the
door
,
and
went
up
to
get
my
papers
.
When
I
descended
once
more
I
locked
the
door
from
the
outside
,
and
planted
myself
under
the
light
.
All
around
was
quiet
;
I
heard
the
heavy
clanking
footstep
of
a
constable
down
in
Taergade
,
and
far
away
in
the
direction
of
St.
Han
's
Hill
a
dog
barked
.
There
was
nothing
to
disturb
me
.
I
pulled
my
coat
collar
up
round
my
ears
,
and
commenced
to
think
with
all
my
might
.
It
would
be
such
an
extraordinary
help
to
me
if
I
were
lucky
enough
to
find
a
suitable
winding
up
for
this
little
essay
.
I
had
stuck
just
at
a
rather
difficult
point
in
it
,
where
there
ought
to
be
a
quite
imperceptible
transition
to
something
fresh
,
then
a
subdued
gliding
finale
,
a
prolonged
murmur
,
ending
at
last
in
a
climax
as
bold
and
as
startling
as
a
shot
,
or
the
sound
of
a
mountain
avalanche
--
full
stop
.
But
the
words
would
not
come
to
me
.
I
read
over
the
whole
piece
from
the
commencement
;
read
every
sentence
aloud
,
and
yet
failed
absolutely
to
crystallize
my
thoughts
,
in
order
to
produce
this
scintillating
climax
.
And
into
the
bargain
,
whilst
I
was
standing
labouring
away
at
this
,
the
constable
came
and
,
planting
himself
a
little
distance
away
from
me
,
spoilt
my
whole
mood
.
Now
,
what
concern
was
it
of
his
if
I
stood
and
strove
for
a
striking
climax
to
an
article
for
the
Commandor
?
Lord
,
how
utterly
impossible
it
was
for
me
to
keep
my
head
above
water
,
no
matter
how
much
I
tried
!
I
stayed
there
for
the
space
of
an
hour
.
The
constable
went
his
way
.
The
cold
began
to
get
too
intense
for
me
to
keep
still
.
Disheartened
and
despondent
over
this
abortive
effort
,
I
opened
the
door
again
,
and
went
up
to
my
room
.
