13. One of the Populace
I dare say you can eat time. Arent you ;
A mist rose before Saras eyes.
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till ep. Sful in and dirty rags. Saring straigupid look of suffering, and Sara saears ering to herself.
Sara opened took out one of t buns, wtle.
quot;See,quot; sting t;t. Eat it, and you feel so ;
tarted and stared up at frigco cram it into wolfises.
quot;O; Sara . quot;O;
Sara took out t them down.
the hoarse, ravenous voice was awful.
quot;S; so ;Sarving.quot; But rembled ;Im not starving,quot; s doh.
ttle ravening London savage ill snatcurned ao give any taugeness--le wild animal.
quot;Good-bye,quot; said Sara.
reet sopped in te to ctle nod, and ter anotare--a curious lingering stare--jerked il Sara of sig take anote or even finishe one she had begun.
At t moment t of her shop window.
quot;ell, I never!quot; s;If t young un given o a beggar c because s to kno;
Sood bes and pondered. ty got tter of to to the beggar child.
quot;; soward Saras vanishing figure.
quot; did s; inquired the woman.
quot;Axed me if I ; replied the hoarse voice.
quot; did you say?quot;
quot;Said I .quot;
quot;And t to you, did s;
the child nodded.
quot;;
quot;Five.quot;
t it over.
quot;Left just one for