I actually faced crime, and it did not even look horrible to me! it appeared justified.

Even now, sitting here with you, I cannot believe I was wicked.

You will not misconstrue my words, but--but life is not always the same, is it?
How inexpressibly cruel a great city may be with glaring wealth flaunting itself in the pinched face of poverty.
How can I help being rebellious now that I have seen all this through hungry eyes ?" Her hands were clasped above her plate, the slender fingers intertwined.

I was looking at her so intently forgot to answer.
"I--I am glad I met you," she said frankly.

"I--I think you have saved me from myself." "You asked me my name," I broke in eagerly.