"Oh, citizen!" The thin little hand fumbled under the rags, but it reappeared again empty, whilst a faint blush spread over the hollow cheeks.
"The other citizen also gave me five livres," he said humbly.

"He lodges in the house where my mother is concierge.

It is in the Rue de la Croix Blanche.

He has been very kind to my mother.

I would rather do as he bade me." "Bless the lad," murmured Blakeney under his breath; "his loyalty redeems many a crime of this God-forsaken city.