pell-mell before the
keeper's curfew bell.
An underling with spiky
stick and stabbing
motions sharp and
quick, quite close upon
AMANDA'S track was
popping refuse in his
sack.
And with most
commendable zeal, he
speared a piece of
orange peel, some
cigarette-cards —quite a
few—and then a magazine
or two, and after that an
empty tin, and then -

Into that sack went MANDY MAGGS amid the orange-peel and bags, and out—I mentioned it was late—beyond the keeper's clanging gate . . .

To some perhaps it seems a pity, but London is a crowded city and though the Maggses are bereft, there are some nicer children left.

 
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