Keep moving's the time of day, Madam;
you get on. Come;" and taking the woman by her shoulder he
gave her a spin that sent her many a good yard. "And what do
you want?" he asked gruffly of the lads.
"We wants a ticket for the Mendicity Society," said the
captain of the infant hand putting his thumb to his nose and
running away, followed by his troop.
"And so you want to go to Silver Street?" said her official
preserver to Sybil, for she had not thought it wise to confess
her ultimate purpose, and indicate under the apprehended
circumstances the place of rendezvous to a member of the
police.
"Well; that's not very difficult now. Go a-head; take the
second turning to your right, and the third to your left, and
you're landed."
Aided by these instructions, Sybil hastened on, avoiding
notice as much as was in her power, and assisted in some
degree by the advancing gloom of night. She had reached
Silver Street; a long, narrow, hilly Street; and now she was
at fault. There were not many persons about, and there were
few shops here; yet one was at last at hand, and she entered
to enquire her way. The person at the counter was engaged,
and many customers awaited him: time was very precious: Sybil
had made the enquiry and received only a supercilious stare
from the shopman, who was weighing with precision some article
that he was serving.
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