Meanwhile, the mob outside had prodigiously increased, and had begun to exhibit some disposition to riot. That was life. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling, insolence and ribald jest. “Come in. ” She picked at her sandwich idly.
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