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stared at him for a moment, as if he suspeded him to be in jest. But, satisfied of his good faith, he answered:

“No, friend. You have not hurt me.”

“Nor the child, I hope?” said Trotty.

“Nor the child, returned the man. “I thank you kindly.”

As he said so, he glanced at a little girl he carried in his arms, asleep: and shading her face with the long end of the poor handkerchief he wore about his throat, went slowly on.

The tone in which he said “I thank you kindly,” penetrated Trotty’s heart. He was so jaded and foot-sore, and so soiled with travel, and looked about him so forlorn and strange, that it was a comfort to him to be able to thank any one: no matter for how little. Toby stood gazing after him as he plodded wearily away, with the child’s arm clinging round his neck.

At the figure in the worn shoes—now the very shade and ghost of shoes—rough leather leggings, common frock, and broad slouched hat, Trotty stood gazing, blind to the whole street. And at the child’s arm, clinging round its neck.

Before he merged into the darkness the traveller stopped; and looking round, and seeing Trotty standing there yet, seemed undecided whether to return or go on. After doing first the one and then the other, he came back, and Trotty went halfway to meet him.

“You can tell me, perhaps,” said the man with a faint smile, ”and if you can I am sure you will, and I’d rather ask you than another—where Aiderman Cute lives.”