The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 292: what you’re looking at

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290 MYSTERIES from his pocket, and gave me two pieces of gold, That is enough—it is not enough! eried the young girls, at the same moment, Here, miss, take this! Their purses were both slipped into the pocket of my gown. I kissed the hand of the youngest; and the eldest said to me, Our house is yonder, at the corner of Cornhill—I did not catch the number—when you are hungry, come tous. Oh! do come, repeated the other— Stephen is too cruel; his good mother would receive you. (3 I have never seen these two angels since, Sometime afterward, when 1 was egain reduced to want, I endeavoured to find out their house in Cornhill. but could not succeed; but their sweet names and their lovely faces remain still in my heart; and I pray to Heaven that | may one day ba able to requite to them all the geod which they did to me; for it was to mea heavenly consslation to find some goodness in this wretched world, This revived my strength, and gave me new hope. The future, 2nd the world itself, presented a less gloomy aspect. I hought some bread with the money which they gave me. When it was all spent, I sang in the evening in Cheapside, before a tavern, where the merchants of the cityused to assemble. At first they gave me more money than was necessary; but the crowd used to gather round me, and the policemen forbade my singing, It was then, Brian, that the idea of suicide first took possession of my,mind. I would not accept the offers of men who speculate upon the misery ofa poor girl, because’ I was yours; and I had no other resources to prevent my utter destitu- ‘ za SOR st | “comicbooks.com