It was pointed out to strangers as one of the sights of the town.

Sometimes they were shown her shadow after dusk between the lamp and the blind.
Sometimes you might have even caught a glimpse of her slinking late at night along the dark alleys.

Well, the pig-faced woman has gone and I have taken her place." "No," cried Dick.

"That's not true." "It is," she answered passionately.

"I am the curiosity.