Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. She longed to enjoy human food as he did. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. Wood in the deepest mourning. Because every mistake you make, for every new mishap, Joe, I take a finger. You need not be afraid.
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