Here was one of those Americans who would make him breathless before sundown. Dump popped his head into the cage. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. "We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. He backed away from her. McClintock's heart went out to Spurlock; he would always be the boy's friend, even though he had dragged this girl on to the rocks with him. You never can go back.
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