"Wait a minute," she called; "are those eyeglasses that you've got gold?"
"No."
"Then go to blazes with you!" and I went.
A few seconds after she came running behind me, and called out to me:
"You can come with me all the same!"
I felt humiliated by this offer from an unfortunate street wench, and I said "No." Besides, it was growing late at night, and I was due at a place. Neither could she afford to make sacrifices of that kind.
"Yes; but now I will have you come with me."
"But I won't go with you in this way."
"Oh, naturally; you are going with some one else."
"No," I answered.