Yet the spark of kindliness which she had kindled still lived--how could it be otherwise in presence of her youth and gentleness?
"If you'll take my advice," he continued roughly, "you'll not show yourself in the streets unless you wish to be mishandled, my girl.

It will be time enough when the time comes.

Even now, if you were to leave your old witch of a mother and get good protection, there is no knowing but you might be got clear! You are a fair bit of red and white," with a grin.

"And it is not far to Savoy! Will you come if I risk it ?" A gesture, half refusal, half loathing, answered him.
"Oh, very well!" he said.

The short-lived fit of pity passed from him; he scowled.