"I must buy that poor dog something to eat," she said--and stopped suddenly as the idea struck her.
The dog, accustomed to kicks and curses, was ignorant of kindness.
Following close behind her, when she checked herself, he darted away in terror into the road.

A cab was driven by rapidly at the same moment.
The wheel passed over the dog's neck.

And there was an end, as a man remarked looking on, of the troubles of a cur.
This common accident struck the girl's sensitive nature with horror.
Helpless and speechless, she trembled piteously.

The nearest open door was the door of a music-seller's shop.

Teresa led her in, and asked for a chair and a glass of water.