In Sight of St. Paul's — page 81: what you’re looking at

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7 76 HEART TO HEART, From that day to this, he had neither heard nor seen anything of his family or of any of his old friends. In fact, he had studiously avoided them all. By his own confession he was a criminal, and ~ there was nothing for him to do save to lead his life as best he could amid new surroundings. His one consola- tion in the dreary days that followed was the thought that he had contributed to Aileen’s happiness. It was all wrong, absurd, perhaps, but still there was some- thing magnificent in his self-sacrifice. When Tom was thus thrown upon his own. re- sources, he had but a slender stock of money. This, at first, however, did not trouble him very much, as he felt confident of finding something by which he could support himself. But in the whirlpool of Lon- don life, a man who has been bred a gentleman, but with no particular talent or aptitude, has little chance ~ even for bare existence, and this J‘om soon found out to his cost. | Work was necessary to exist, but he could. ger none. And now on this bleak November afternoon, he walked down Pall Mall with the uncomfortable consciousness that his last penny was gone, and he had not the faintest idea where to turn for another. As he was passing one of the clubs, in which this thoroughfare abounds, he heard his name spoken in <i Joud, cheery voice. ost started, raised his head, and saw justin front a comicbooks