When London Sleeps — page 116: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

uN _ HE BAITING OF THE TRAP. ages shay CHAPTER Och THE BAITING OF THE TRAP, “Has he gone, Queenie ?”? The words were spoken in a half whisper, as Carrie cautiously put her head in at the door leading to the bedroom. “Ves, dear.’ The door was pushed open, and Carrie came into the sitting room, but what a change, at least in out- ward appearance, from the Carrie of the circus! - Queenie had insisted that her foster sister should have some shate in the riches that had been poured into her lap, and. Carrie’s wardrobe was quite as elaborate as her own. Carrie was a pretty girl and a girl of innate refine- ment, and she soon adapted herself to her new sur- roundings. No one would have guessed, from her air or manner, that her whole life had not been passed in the very best society. But there was something better to be said about her than this—she was honest and true-hearted to the core; once a friend she was a friend forever, and selfishness was a quality which did not enter into her COME PED ‘‘T haven’t had much experience of swells,’’ she said to Queenie, with an uplifting of her nose, “but that specimen always seems as though he’d just come home from the wash, and the laundress had (eo) comicbooks