"Come and walk with me." And as she did not stir, I took her hand and
drew it through my arm and gently led her forward along the street. I
had a strange feeling as I walked along. I somehow felt as though I had
escaped from something which had been dragging me down. It was a strange
walk and a strange and tragic story that she told me--of having left her
home in the country, inspired by the desire to do something and be
something more than she was, a simple farmer's daughter in another
State, with some little education such as the country schools could
give; of having secured a position in a big shop where, for a small sum,
she worked all day and learned to see and love fine clothes and
beautiful things; of having fallen in with one or two gay companions in
this and other shops who wore the fine clothes and had the beautiful
things she admired; of having been put forward because she was pretty
and polite; and then of having met a young man, well dressed and with
fine manners; of having fallen in love with him and of having accepted
his attentions and his gifts; and then, of having been led astray by
him; and then--of such an act of base betrayal as, had I not had it
substantiated afterward in every horrid detail, I should never have
believed. I had known something of the wickedness of men and the evil of
an uncontrolled life in the city, where the vilest passions of the heart
are given play, but I had never dreamed of anything so revolting as the
story this girl told me that night. She had been deliberately and with
malice aforethought lured not only to her destruction but to a life of
slavery so vile as to be unbelievable. The man who had secured her heart
used his power over her to seize and sell her into a slavery for which
there is no name which could be used on the printed page. Here, stricken
by the horror of her situation, she had attempted to escape from her
captors, but had been bodily beaten into submission. Then she had made a
wild dash for liberty and had been seized and slashed with a knife until
she fell under her wounds and her life was in imminent danger.
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