Her sobs were audible.

Grief of the most intense, he saw at once, convulsed her.

Two or three by-standers, watching with a kind of pleased curiosity, completed the scene, most sordid in its setting, there under the flicker of a gas-light on the corner.
"Hm! What now ?" thought Gabriel, stopping to watch the little tragedy.
"More trouble, eh?
It's trouble all up and down the line, for these poor devils! Nothing but trouble for the slave-class.

Well, well, let's see what's wrong _now_!" Gabriel turned down the alley, drew near the little group, and halted.
"What's wrong ?" he asked, in the tone of authority he knew how to use; the tone which always overbore his outward aspect, even though he might have been clad in rags; the tone which made men yield to him, and women look at him with trustful eyes, even as the Billionaire's daughter had looked.
"Search _me_!" murmured one of the men, shrugging his shoulders.

"_I_ can't git nothin' out o' her.