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 THE WAY OF THE EARTH of streets are places of great temptation. The young mana choice young man and comely: he wore spectacles, had the front of his hair trimmed in waves, and his moustaches ended in thin points the young man seized her arm.

“Free you are, boy bach,” Sara Jane cried. “Go you on now !”

“Come you in and take a small peep at my shop,” said the young man. …

When Sara entered her father’s cart she had hidden in the big pocket of her under-petticoat a cake of scented soap and a bottle of perfume.

That night she extracted the hobnails out of the soles of her Sabbath boots. That night also she collected the eggs, and for every three she gathered she concealed one. This she did for two more days, and the third day she purchased a blouse in Shop Rhys. For this wastefulness her parents’ wrath was kindled against her. The next Sunday she secretly used scented