" Lord, how I pressed her now! "So that you could see he knew what was between the two wretches?" "I don't know--I don't know!" the poor woman groaned. We were more like brothers than father and son. They would sing so for hours, melody after melody, glee after glee, till the last pale light died down on the horizon, till the first dark night clouds came forth and night fell. There is crime to be conquered, the rough crime of the streets.
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