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I looked down at my child--so pure, so sweet, so stainless; I looked up
at the woman--so foul, so gross, so degraded.
There was a moment of awful struggle and then . . . the woman and I were
walking side by side.
And the harlot was carrying my baby down the street.


NINETY-FOURTH CHAPTER

At five o'clock I was once more alone.
I was then standing (with baby in my own arms now) under the statue
which is at the back of Bow Church.
I thought I could walk no farther, and although every penny I had in my
pocket belonged to Isabel (being all that yet stood between her and
want) I must borrow a little of it if she was to reach Mrs. Oliver's
that night.
I waited for the first tram that was going in my direction, and when it
came up I signalled to it, but it did not stop--it was full.
I waited for a second tram, but that was still more crowded.
I reproached myself for having come so far. I told myself how
ill-advised I had been in seeking for a nurse for my child at the
farthest end of the city.


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