"Take care; we shall be jealous," said Eva.
"Well," said Bolton, rising, "I must walk up to the printing-office and carry that corrected proof to Daniels."
"I'll walk part of the way with you," said Harry. "I want a bit of fresh air before I sleep."
WICKEDNESS, OR MISERY?
"Bolton laid his hand on her shoulder, and, looking down on her, said: 'Poor child, have you no mother?'"—p. 197.
[CHAPTER XIX.]
A LOST SHEEP.
The two sallied out and walked arm in arm up the street. It was a keen, bright, starlight night, with everything on earth frozen stiff and hard, and the stars above sparkling and glinting like white flames in the intense clear blue. Just at the turn of the second street, a woman who had been crouching in a doorway rose, and, coming up towards the two, attempted to take Harry's arm.