A Story of To-day 21/24 What does he keer fur me or my girl? Mornin' he'll send me t' th' lock-up, an' after"---- "I care for you, child," said Holmes, stooping suddenly close to the girl's livid face. "My Christmas-day ?" He wet her face while he looked over at the wretch whose life he held in his hands. It was the iron rule of Holmes's nature to be just; but to-night dim perceptions of a deeper justice than law opened before him,--problems he had no time to solve: the sternest fortress is liable to be taken by assault,--and the dew of the coming morn was on his heart. |