“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.,
“Did you hev a good time in the city larst week, Mis’ Mifsud?” asked Mrs. Wopp, politely.,
Billy hesitated a minute. The dim room, the wicked-looking red lights, Bess so stern and mysterious,—this might frighten the little girl. He ought to wait..
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