CHAPTER XI.
AMONG THIEVES.
The night fell early, for a thick fog came on in the afternoon.

Tony cowered down upon his broom under the wall where Dolly had sat in the sunshine all the morning to watch him sweep his crossing.

It was all over now.

She was lost to him; for he should never dare to go back to old Oliver's house, and face that terrible old woman again.

There was nothing for him but to return to his old life and his old haunts; and a chill ran through him, body and spirit, as he thought of it.