On the contrary, after long deprivation she was tasting life again, and finding it good.

The streets of this Bursfield suburb were far from suggestive of the New Jerusalem--a City of which, by the way, Tilda had neither read nor heard.

They were, in fact, mean and squalid, begrimed with smoke and imperfectly scavenged.

But they were, at least, populous, and to Tilda the faces in the tram and on the pavements wore, each and all, a friendly--almost an angelic--glow.

The tram-car rolled along like a celestial chariot trailing clouds of glory, and 'Dolph, running beside it and threading his way in and out between the legs of the passers-by, was a hound of heaven in a coat effluent of gold.
Weariness would come, but as yet her body felt no weariness, buoyed upon a spirit a-tiptoe for all adventure.
The tram reached the iron bridge and drew up.