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house. Somebody said a young woman had
thrown herself out of a window, and had
been taken up dead. It was too true; and
the girl was the wretched, heart-broken sister
they had helped over night. Her grief had
been too much for her, and, poor thing, she
awoke to the light of another day, and could
not face it alone and destitute; so, despairing,
she had ended her life. They went to the
hospital, and were allowed to see all that
remained of the poor creature; and Dick’s
description of it all, and his opinion that the
brother “might have been just such another
little chap at first as Joe,” and “What would
that brother feel,” said Dick, “when he knew
what he had done? for he done it,” said Dick ;
“he done that girl to death, the same as if
he’d shov’d her out of that winder hisself.”

« And,” said Joe, “I wonder if them chaps
is goin’ about London now wot led her brother
wrong? I don’t like London; and I wish we
could stop ’ere.”

I assured Joe that in London there was no
danger of meeting such people if he kept to
himself, and made no friends of strangers.