“I hope not. Why, I could carry a child twice as heavy.”
They reached the room at last—a poor one, but a welcome repose from the streets.
“Don’t you ever expect to see your husband again?” asked Dodger. “Can’t you compel him to support you?”
“I don’t know where he is,” answered the woman, despondently.
“If you will tell me his name, I may come across him some day.”
“His name,” said the woman, “is Curtis Waring.”
Dodger stared at her, overwhelmed with surprise.
Chapter XXXIII.
An Important Discovery.
“Curtis Waring!” ejaculated Dodger, his face showing intense surprise. “Is that the name of your husband?”
“Yes. Is it possible that you know him?” asked the woman, struck by Dodger’s tone.