"Indeed, I went to the river.

But the water looked so cold, so terrible, and I was young.

I wanted so much to live.

And then--the night came, and the lights made the city bright, and I was very tired and--and--" And, in a word, the young girl went up to Montmartre in desperation, as quickly as her tired legs would carry her.

She walked once or twice timidly past the restaurants, and, finally, entered one of them, hoping that some one would take pity on her and give her some supper.