Sunlight and shadow; . ons like these:Ah, God bless me, deary, deary me, poor thing;well, well, ah well, poor thing. These were wordsof sympathy from human hearts for human man had fallen from a scaffold in a neighboringstreet, and was being brought home dead; and allthis commotion was sympathy for the newly-madewidow and her children. On the outskirts stood avery bad-looking man, with the closely cropped bullet-head. The bull-neck, the tiger-jaw, the small light-blue eye, a sinister-looking animal, one you would notcare to meet alone in a dark street at night. He hada cat-skin cap, a
Sunlight and shadow; . ons like these:Ah, God bless me, deary, deary me, poor thing;well, well, ah well, poor thing. These were wordsof sympathy from human hearts for human man had fallen from a scaffold in a neighboringstreet, and was being brought home dead; and allthis commotion was sympathy for the newly-madewidow and her children. On the outskirts stood avery bad-looking man, with the closely cropped bullet-head. The bull-neck, the tiger-jaw, the small light-blue eye, a sinister-looking animal, one you would notcare to meet alone in a dark street at night. He hada cat-skin cap, a belcher handkerchief tied looselyround his neck, and he evidently belonged to whatare termed the criminal classes. I said to him: Whats the matter here, sir? He turned his eye full on me for a moment, andthen said to the crowd: Stand out of the vay, vill ye! eres a swell vantsto know vats the matter. I was not much of a swell, but I did want to knowwhat the matter was. A woman told me the facts of the case, and point-. A da:n-geeous crowd. 143 ing to a miserably-looking faded creature, with threeor four ragged children clinging to her skirts, said: Thats the woman thats lost her husband. I was startled by this time to find that the crowdhad closed in upon me, and I must confess I wasfrightened; my knees grew weak, and I felt a drynessof my lips and throat from apprehension. Quickly itflashed through my mind — quicker than I can writeit,— Here I am in the midst of a crowd of the worstcharacters in London. I am shut out from all help;no policeman near should they see fit to assault have a gold watch in my pocket, gold and silverin my purse. Some of these men and boys are thievesby profession; I do not like it. They might strikeme a blow, drag me down this court, and no onewould be the wiser. I should be missing, &c., & this was very foolish, perhaps. ^ The bullet-headedman was close to me, and I did not like that; mysensations were not agreeable. Summoning up coura
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