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"How beautiful!" he said "No wonder the English and Americans who come

to Italy for health and the pleasure of art think it a paradise where

every one should be content And yet"

"Yes?"

"Under the s such as can

hardly be found in any other country of the world Soo away, as others do"

"A little more this way, please--thank you! That doesn't do much for

them, does it?"

"For thee of

sighs! Poor, friendless, forgotten, huddled together in son city, one a es, a third a supernuar in the streets, yet weapons in the hand of God and

shaking the thrones of the world!"

"You have seen so of that, haven't you?"

"I have"

"In London?"

"Yes There's an old quarter on the fringe of the fashionable district

It is called Soho Densely populated, infested with vice, the very sewer

of the city, yet an asyluees of

Europe fly to it Its criminals, too, perhaps; for misery, like poverty,

has many bedfellows"