The crowd seeing it, rushed with a great cheer to the young hero, but he seeing it, took his friend's arm and walked on as if nothing had happened.
"`What are you so pale for ?' asked his friend.
"`Oh, nothing very much.

I have broken my arm; but it really doesn't matter much.' "While he spoke he fainted, and if it had not been for his friend, might have fallen.
"Meanwhile the baby, left to herself in the perambulator in the middle of the road, began to cry, which attracted the notice of Vixen, who, seeing she was a nice child, went and lifted her out of her perambulator, and put her in her cradle on her organ while nobody was looking, and took her to her home." "`Whose home ?' I asked.
Harry did not condescend to notice this interruption.

He may have guessed I was jealous.

All that about the heroic fair boy had been taking an unfair advantage of me, and I think he knew it.

For I was of a dark complexion! His narrative went on to describe a fight in the organ-grinder's lodgings, and a burglary, followed by a fire at the residence of the parents of the lost child.