Love at the Loom — page 130: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Mesh a Goldie is Pee “Why do you accuse me so readily of murdering him? You have no right to doit. You seem to Know far too much of what-was in that glass.” Mildred staggered back as if struck a blow in th face, but recovered quickly and cried out: “And now she accuses me, his own child! Oh! sh must be wicked, indeed!” “Never mind, Miss Mildred,” said one of the women soothingly. “It won’t be long before she has her deserts, for here comes an officer who will take her and put her where she will not be able to do harm to anyone.” Goldie, with a half-suppressed scream, stared at the uniformed policeman, who had come hastily up the stairs and was standing in the doorway. It seemed to her that her innocence would avail her nothing when once she was in the clutches of the law. She was friendless and alone in the world; and she _knew that the friendless and lonely received scant con- _ sideration in the hard world. The policeman looked around with the eye of one -_aecustomed to seeking for criminals-in the most un- likely places. — ~ “Well?” he demanded gruffly, “what is the matter?” “Murder, sir!” was the response from one of the ‘Servants. “Murdes¥”