Now, at the door of one of the houses, there stood a woman, who, though
she looked poor and needy, yet seemed neater and more respectable than
the other inhabitants of this wretched street. She, like Mr. Raikes, was
gazing at the children; and perhaps her mind was occupied with
reflections similar to his. It might be, that she had children of her
own, and was ready to shed tears at the thought, that they must grow up
in the midst of such bad examples. At all events, when Mr. Raikes beheld
this woman, he felt as if he had found somebody that could sympathize
with him in his grief and anxiety. “My good woman,” said he, pointing
to the children,
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