The first thing I remember, her dead arms were about me and a chill was upon me--I knew not the meaning of death, but I was terrorized by its cold mystery.

I cried out, but no one came, and there in the dark, with that icy problem, I remained alone"-- "Oh, don't," she cried, and her hands seemed to flutter in her lap.
She got up, and putting her arms on the top of the desk, leaned her head upon them.
"How could I despise you for that ?" she sobbed.
"Not for that," he bitterly answered, "but for this I was taken to the Foundlings' Home--was taken from that place to become the disgraceful property of an Italian hag.

She taught me, compelled me to be a thief.

Once she and some ruffians robbed a store and forced me to help them.

I ought to have died before that.