It is past three, and New York streets will presently be astir.

I have a long way to go, and no wish to be seen." "Miriam, stop.

Can't I do anything to assist you?
You are half starved, I know: and so miserably clad.

Do--do let me aid you ?" "Never!" the woman cried, "while you are beneath this roof.

If ever you settle down in a house of your own, and your husband permits you to aid so disreputable a being as I am, I may listen to you.