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Updated: June 29, 2025
She had lived for half-a-century in the same little house in one of the back-streets of Latchford, a town of some ten thousand inhabitants. Through all that time her life had been given to what is called "rescue work" though she herself rarely called it by that name. She loved those whom no one else would love the meanest and feeblest of the outcast race.
You can hear that she knows French all right." Tartarin advanced, furious: "Captain!.." He began; but then, leaning over the balcony with a rather vulgar gesture, Baia threw down a few well-chosen words. Tartarin, deflated, sat down on a drum, his Moor spoke in the argot of the Marseilles back-streets.
When he spoke, it was strange to hear the voice of the back-streets, the gutter's phrase, expressing that quiet assurance. "If it wasn't you," he said, "it wouldn't be nobody else. It's only you as can do it." He paused, with lips pursed in deliberation. "If you knowed what I know," he went on, "you'd see it wasn't right. I reckon you'll have to come too." "Eh?"
If it prove to you that the sun of old times still shines, and the God of old times still lives, is not that enough? My story is very crude and homely, as I said, only a rough sketch of one or two of those people whom you see every day, and call "dregs" sometimes, a dull, plain bit of prose, such as you might pick for yourself out of any of these warehouses or back-streets.
The first thing that impressed him was the abandonment that thrust itself upon him in the more crowded of these courts and alley-ways and back-streets, the despairing abandonment there of the decencies of living.
When you meet these specimens of dingy drollery capering about in dusky back-streets at all hours of the day and night, meet them flitting out of black doorways between the greasy groups that cluster about Roman thresholds, you feel that a love of "pranks," the more vivid the better, must from far back have been implanted in the Roman temperament with a strong hand.
I used to try and get out of folks's sight; and roaming about the back-streets one day, as the snow went off, I stumbled on Miss Catharine. "Old Miss Catharine" everybody called her, though she was but a pauper, and had black blood in her veins.
With this he set off running at full speed, and I followed. The rain soon fell faster and thicker. We had no umbrellas; and being by this time in a region of back-streets, an empty fiacre was a prize not to be hoped for. Coming presently to a dark archway, we took shelter and waited till the shower should pass over.
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