"Come with me."
Without a word she followed timidly behind.
He stopped and spoke tenderly:
"Don't walk behind me."
"I'm not fit to walk beside you," she answered meekly.
"I'll be the judge of that. You're a woman. My mother was a woman. And I'm a little bit ashamed of myself to-night for living in such a world as this without having killed somebody."
She hung her head and tried to walk by his side, instinctively shrinking back.
He stopped to ask an officer the way to the Crittenden Mission. Somewhere he had read that a merchant by the name of Crittenden whose heart was broken over the death of a little girl had given all he possessed to found and endow missions for saving other men's daughters.
The girl heard his question and looked up into his face with a new terror in her feverish eyes.
"Won't they lock me up?"