He looked round at her and saw that she was very young,--sixteen, perhaps, at the most, and that she had once,--nay very lately,--been exquisitely pretty. There still lingered about her eyes some remains of that look of perfect innocency and pure faith which had been hers not more than twelve months since. And now, at midnight, in the middle of the streets, she was praying for a pennyworth of gin, as the only comfort she knew, or could expect!

He looked round at her and saw that she was very young - sixteen, perhaps, at the most, and that she had once been exquisitely pretty. There still lingered about her eyes some remains of that look of innocence which had been hers twelve months since. And now, at midnight, in the streets, she was praying for a pennyworth of gin, as the only comfort she could expect!
