“Lucy, my brother is home and I borrowed the cash from him. You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. She fell asleep instantaneously, fatigued from weeks of exhaustion. The ragged edge. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance.
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