"She had very splendid clothes; oh, gorgeous!" he cried, as if on this question there could be no doubt.
"And she was young, and carried a bunch of flowers, and seemed troubled?
What! not young, and carried no flowers--and wasn't even anxious and trembling ?" The boy, who had been shaking his head, looked nonplussed.
"I think as she was what you might call troubled.

But she wasn't crying, and when she spoke to me, she put more feeling into her grip than into her voice.

She just dragged me to the drug-store, sir.

If she hadn't given me money first, I should have wriggled away in spite of her.

But I likes money, sir; I don't get too much of it." Mr.Gryce by this time was moving on.