Now I shall never hear it
but what this evening will come pouring back over me. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. Only old
librarians and Shirley Temples say that. For the
face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. Bring your liveralong?"
"I sometimes wonder if I have any—if it isn't the hole where it was that aches. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to
which they would draw her,” she said. He seemed to stay away from her because she
was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as
Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some one near him,
and moved cautiously in the opposite direction. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his
task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not
inappropriate strains:—
THE NEWGATE STONE.
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