" "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. Let’s have an advance round of applause for our concertmaster, 249 Lucy Albert!” Lucy was horrified. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. A deep silence, however, now prevailed, broken only by the tolling of the bells of Newgate and St. ’ ‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to anyone. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat.
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