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Updated: May 24, 2025
Then there were fully as many women and girls, even less fortunate, for they had not even sandals, but splashed along barefoot among the small cold cobblestones. Their dress seemed gleaned from a rag-heap and their heads were bare, their black hair combed or plastered flat. Children of both sexes were exact miniatures of their elders. All these wretches were here to sell.
Such a man will enter the gate in the most ghastly rags as if he were going to be crowned king in the city; with his head lifted as if he saw apocalyptic stars in heaven, and a gesture at which the towers might fall. This man was ragged beyond all that moving rag-heap; he was as gaunt as a gallows tree, and the thing he was uttering with arms held up to heaven was evidently a curse.
Her dress, which had once been plaid cotton gingham, was fearfully dirty and unskilfully patched with other material; and the frayed silk shawl thrown around her old shoulders might have been rescued from a rag-heap in the streets to serve that turn. The room, as Crawford readily noticed, was almost as remarkable in appearance as the old woman herself.
"Perhaps, if we ever get to Heaven, our first impulse will be to run back again to Purgatory, where we are more at home!" "You have too much wit, darling, to be happy anywhere!" "No! no! I don't ask to be conventionally happy, but I want you always. That is all ... you, always, on any terms on a rag-heap, in a storm, with jackals howling at us!" "What a picture!"
I guess it would stand that." "Beggars don't belong to the merciful kind," answered Pinky; "there's no trusting any of them. A baby in their hands is never safe. I've seen 'em brought in at night more dead than alive, and tossed on a dirty rag-heap to die before morning. I'm always glad when they're out of their misery, poor things!
And if I had my choice if I could be as great as Rachel or Mrs. Siddons, or live with you on my dear rag-heap, with the jackals howling do you think that I would hesitate, that I could hesitate?" "If I believed you I should be a dreadful coxcomb!" "Risk the coxcomb," she said. "I can!" A clanging bell and the noise of traffic on the quay recalled them to the moment.
The greater part of it is the gorgeous rag-heap of Arabian humanity, and even about that one could lecture on almost every coloured rag. We hear much of the gaudy colours of the East; but the most striking thing about them is that they are delicate colours.
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