brought Jane from Clerkenwell Close.

Kirkwood came by invitation as soon as the two were fairly
established in their home. He found Jane sitting by the fire in her
grandfather's room; a very little exertion still out-wearied her,
and the strange things that had come to pass had made her habitually
silent. She looked about her wonderingly, seemed unable to realise
her position, was painfully conscious of her new clothes, ever and
again started as if in fear.

'Well, what did I say that night?' was Sidney's greeting. 'Didn't I
tell you it would be all right soon?'

Jane made no answer in words, but locked at him timidly; and then a
smile came upon her face, an expression of joy that could not trust
itself, that seemed to her too boldly at variance with all she had
yet known of life.





CHAPTER VIII

PENNYLOAF CANDY




In the social classification of the nether world--a subject which