"Not so fast, canary bird; not quite so fast. It takes swifter wings than yours to get out of this cage."
Julia looked at the man, breathless with affright.
"What do you hold me for? Why can't I go?" she gasped forth.
"Because you are a prisoner, little one!"
"But I have done nothing!"
"Nobody ever does anything that comes here," said this man, with a contemptuous smile. "Never were so many innocent people crowded together."
As he spoke, the man tightened his hold on her arm, and moved forward, forcing her along with him.
The poor creature winced under the pain of his grasp.
"You hurt my arm," she said, in a low voice.