I grinned, and started for the door through which I had been brought into court, but an officer pointed to another door that led to the street. As I made for it I passed near the young lady. She called to me:—
"Mister, mister, what will you do now?"
"Get something to eat first, and then look for another purse, perhaps," I replied.
She blushed very prettily.
"I am sorry I accused you, but you were looking at me so hard just then—I thought.... I want you to take this!"
She tried to give me a bill rolled up in a little wad.
"No, thanks," I said, moving off.
"But you may need it. Every one says it's so hard to find work."
"Well, I don't take money from a woman."