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THE CHILDREN'S PILGRIMAGE
BY
MRS. L. T. MEADE
THE CHILDREN'S PILGRIMAGE
FIRST PART.
"LOOKING FOR THE GUIDE."
"The night is dark, and I am far from home.
Lead Thou me on"
CHAPTER I.
"THREE ON A DOORSTEP."
In a poor part of London, but not in the very poorest part--two
children sat on a certain autumn evening, side by side on a doorstep.
The eldest might have been ten, the youngest eight. The eldest was a
girl, the youngest a boy. Drawn up in front of these children,
looking into their little faces with hungry, loving, pathetic eyes,
lay a mongrel dog.
The three were alone, for the street in which they sat was a cul-de-sac
--leading nowhere; and at this hour, on this Sunday evening,
seemed quite deserted. The boy and girl were no East End waifs; they
were clean; they looked respectable; and the doorstep which gave them
a temporary resting-place belonged to no far-famed Stepney or Poplar.
It stood in a little, old-fashioned, old-world court, back of
Bloomsbury. They were a foreign-looking little pair--not in their
dress, which was truly English in its clumsiness and want of
picturesque coloring--but their faces were foreign. The contour was
peculiar, the setting of the two pairs of eyes--un-Saxon. They sat
very close together, a grave little couple.
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