8/11 Do you think I have charity to bestow, or a morsel of bread to spare ?' The child recoiled from the door, and it closed upon her. Impelled by strong necessity, she knocked at another: a neighbouring one, which, yielding to the slight pressure of her hand, flew open. In the centre, stood a grave gentleman in black who appeared to have just entered, and who held by the arm a boy. You may thank me for restoring him to you. He was brought before me, this morning, charged with theft; and with any other boy it would have gone hard, I assure you. |