In Sight of St. Paul's — page 91: what you’re looking at

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86 : HEART TO HEART. he confessed, frankly, ‘‘I don’t know what would have become of me. What is a man like me worth in London? He is a bit of humanity, no more, that must eat and drink and be respectable, and obey the laws. I should have done better to have gone back to the country, and worked in the fields as I used to. In this overgrown city, there are thousands who take the name of Christians, and yet make their fellow-crea- tures live as articles of commerce. I speak bitterly, old man, but truthfully. I’ve been through the mull, and it’s crushed my heart.’ | Fletcher realized then something of what the poor fellow had suffered, and his heart went out to .him with a burst of tenderness and pity. _ ““Then we must stick to it together, old chappie,”’ he said, earnestly, and yet, with the reserve so cHar- acteristic of the true Englishman, feeling a little ashamed of his emotion. ‘*With friendship’s patent - cement, we’ll try to make a job of it.”’ The clatter of footsteps upon the stairs startled them both. a Had those whom Fletcher had sent for already ar- rived ? Not exactly. It was only their precursor—little Becky, who entered breathlessly, in her excitement, not having taken the precaution to knock. } ‘‘Oh, if you please, sir,’’ she exclaimed. ‘‘Jim—I— I mean the cabman—has come with the most beauti- comicbooks:co Mm