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Rh Save your sermons for them. I have nothing! I am all alone in this great big heartless world. I haven't a cent, a home or a friend, and I'm tired of it all. There is no use in talking to me. Some people get it all, and the others get nothing. I am one of the unlucky ones, and the only thing for me to do is to die."

"Why, my good girl, there is surely something better for you than death."

"There is nothing but trouble and hunger, and sometimes work. Do you call that better than death?" she cried despondently.

What a story her few words contained! But Richard, happy, careless, fortunate, little understood their real import.

He knew the girl was very much depressed and morbid, so he concluded it might have a beneficial effect if he could induce her to relate her woes to him.