The young man, who had been observing negligently, touched Thyme's elbow.

She, who had stood with eyes cast down, now turned.

They went out, Martin handing the bull's-eyes to the little girl with an affection of the skin.
The street now ended in a wide road formed of little low houses.
"Black," said Martin, "here; all down this road-casual labour, criminals, loafers, drunkards, consumps.

Look at the faces!" Thyme raised her eyes obediently.

In this main thoroughfare it was not as in the by-street, and only dull or sullen glances, or none at all, were bent on her.