When Mr. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. No one would ever know what happened to him. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. "We'll see," returned the thief-taker. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. ‘No more, Saling, no more,’ said Mrs Sindlesham in accents of exhaustion. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises. That I am not ignorant of the reward offered for my capture this will show," he added, taking a large placard headed 'Murder' from his pocket, and throwing it on the floor. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. To prevent the recurrence of any such escape as that just described, it was deemed expedient, in more recent times, to keep a watchman at the top of Newgate. She leaped suddenly at a desperate resolution, and in one moment had made it into a new self.
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