The girl had not reappeared; she must be housed and safe by now.
He set his face back whence he had come, and went on his way content.
A little bird twittered pitifully in the frost-bound hedge as he passed.
He searched for the place and found it; it was dying of cold and hunger.
He put it in his warm bosom within his coat; he thought that he would feed it when he got in, and that perhaps he might bring it back to life.
THE END
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THE MANXMAN
By HALL CAINE