"O, O, O, Ginx! Ginx!!"

She would have risen, but a strong power called weakness pulled
her back.

* * * *


The man meanwhile had reached the street.

"Here he comes! There's the baby! He's going to do it, sure
enough!" shrieked the women. The children stood agape. He
stopped to consider. It is very well to talk about drowning your
baby, but to do it you need two things, water and opportunity.
Vauxhall Bridge was the nearest way to the former, and towards it
Ginx turned.

"Stop him!"

"Murder!"

"Take the child from him!'

The crowd grew larger, and impeded the man's progress. Some of
his fellow-workmen stood by regarding the fun.

"Leave us aloan, naabors," shouted Ginx; "this is my own baby,
and I'll do wot I likes with it. I kent keep it; an' if I've got
anythin' I kent keep, it's best to get rid of it, ain't it? This
child's goin' over Wauxhall Bridge."