The working-day faces come nearer to the truth, and let it out more plainly.
Falling into that kind of abstraction which such a solitude awakens, the child continued to gaze upon the passing crowd with a wondering interest, amounting almost to a temporary forgetfulness of her own condition.

But cold, wet, hunger, want of rest, and lack of any place in which to lay her aching head, soon brought her thoughts back to the point whence they had strayed.

No one passed who seemed to notice them, or to whom she durst appeal.

After some time, they left their place of refuge from the weather, and mingled with the concourse.
Evening came on.

They were still wandering up and down, with fewer people about them, but with the same sense of solitude in their own breasts, and the same indifference from all around.