"A shoplifter becomes habitual after twenty-five.

They get to consorting with others of their kind." Kitty was sitting rigidly motionless in a chair, staring straight ahead, as Constance entered.

She gave a start at the sight of a familiar face, rose, and would almost have fainted if Constance had not caught her.

It seemed as if something had snapped in the girl's make-up.

For the first time tears came.