The trial came up very quick. I spent the nights before it at Lant Street, lying awake in my old bed; sometimes Dainty came back, to sleep beside me and keep me company. She was the only one, out of all my old pals, who would: for of course, everyone else supposed— from the story having been put about, before—that I was a cheat. It came out that I had taken that room, in the house across from Mr Ibbs''s; and had lived there, in what seemed a sneaking sort of way, for almost a week. Why had I done that? Then someone said they saw me running, on the night of the murder, with a look of wildness in my eye. They talked about my mother, and the bad blood that flowed in me. They didn''t say I was brave, now; they said I was bold. They said they wouldn''t have been surprised if it was me that had put the knife in, after all; and Mrs Sucksby—who still loved me like a daughter, though I had turned out bad—who had stepped forward and taken the blame . . .∞本∞作∞品∞由∞思∞兔∞網∞提∞供∞線∞上∞閱∞讀∞
When I walked out in the Borough, people cursed me. Once, a girl threw a stone at me.
At any other time it would have broken my heart. Now, I did not care. I had only one thought, and that was to see Mrs Sucksby as often as I could. They had her in the Horsemonger Lane Gaol: I spent all my days there—sitting on the s