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ed and dirtycrouching
on the pavement like a frightened animal. The Gadfly was
bending down with his hand on the unkempt head.
What is it?
he saidstooping lower to catch the
unintelligible answer. "You ought to go home to bed;
little boys have no business out of doors at night; you'll be
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a blow from your brother! Give me your hand and jump up like a man!
Where do you live?"
He took the child's arm to raise him. The result was a
sharp scream and a quick shrinking away.
Whywhat is it?
the Gadfly askedkneeling down on
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The child's shoulder and jacket were covered with blood.
Tell me what has happened?
the Gadfly went on
caressingly. "It wasn't a fallwas it? No? Someone's been
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What an escape! Who was it?"
My uncle.
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This morning. He was drunkand I--I----
And you got in his way--was that it? You shouldn't get in
people's way when they are drunklittle man; they don't
like it. What shall we do with this poor mitesignora?
Come here to the lightsonnyand let me look at that
shoulder. Put your arm round my neck; I won't hurt you.
There we are!
He lifted the boy in his armsandcarrying him across the
streetset him d