The Story of Charles Strange: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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The Story of Charles Strange: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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"I was at work in the kitchen when a little gravel was thrown against
the window. I guessed who it was, and went up to the door. If Watts
had been at home, I should have taken no notice, but just have said,
'Drat those street boys again!' or something of that sort. There she
was, leaning against the opposite railings, and she crossed over when
she saw me. She said she was beside herself with misery and trouble,
and I believe she was. He had been beating her, and she had not tasted
food since the previous day; not a crumb. She kept looking towards the
steps leading to the Thames, and I thought she might have got it in
her head, what with her weak condition of body and her misery of mind,
to put an end to herself. I tried, sir, to soothe and reason with her;
what else could I do? I said I would fetch her some food, and give her
sevenpence to buy a loaf to take home to her children."
"Where does she live?" I interposed.
"In this parish, St. Clement Danes; and there are some parts of this
parish, you know, sir, as bad as any in London. When I offered to
fetch her food, she said, No, she would not take it; her life was too
wretched to bear, and she should end it; she had come out to do so. It
was just what I feared. I scolded her. I told her to stay there at the
door, and I shut it and ran down for the food. But when I got back to
the door, I couldn't see her anywhere. Then I heard a voice from the
steps call out 'Good-bye!' and I knew she was going to the water. At
that moment Mr. Lennard came up, and I asked him to remain in the
house whilst I went out for a minute. I was almost frightened out of
my senses."
"Did you find her?"
"I found her, sir, looking down at the river. I reasoned her into a
little better mood, and she ate a little of the food, and I brought
her back up the steps, gave her the sevenpence, and led her up the
street and across the Strand, on her way home. And that's the whole
truth, Mr. Charles, of what took me out last night; and I declare I
know no more of the missing money than a babe unborn. I had just come
back with the empty plate and cloth when you saw me sitting on the
stairs."
The whole truth I felt sure it was. Every word, every look of Leah's
proclaimed it.
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