With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. I shall be very sorry if I cannot have you for a friend. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. I——” Then he stopped short, for he began to remember things. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. What’s your name?” He asked in return. "May I beg to know whom I've the pleasure of adressing? Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name.
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